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− | - Su-Yeong-ssi!! Right now, it……!
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− | Her voice couldn't be heard properly because of all the noises coming
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− | from the surroundings.
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− | [Fable, 'Predictive Plagiarism', has begun its storytelling once more.]
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− | Fables that had vanished without a trace along with the system's
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− | dissolution were now streaming towards somewhere while following
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− | after one another. Every single one of them were stories that had
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− | come to an end a long time ago.
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− | 「Is the story really over when the author stops writing it?」
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− | Han Su-Yeong looked up at the letters floating around in the skies.
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− | The letters that didn't hold any meaning when existing independently
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− | of each other were beginning to find their mates and groups one by
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− | one.
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− | “……Disconnected film theory?!"
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− | The companions soon drove into the Complex and hurriedly jumped
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− | out of the limousine. Then, they began running. The Fables they had
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− | acquired until now, the Fables they had been telling until now, were
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− | brushing past their sides.
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− | No one knew what the conclusion to this story was.
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− | No matter how hard they tried, 'Kim Dok-Ja' would never come back.
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− | Even if they did recreate the '99% Kim Dok-Ja', that missing one
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− | percent would always be there.
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− | But then, what if there was one existence in this entire world that
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− | could fill the last void of one percent? One existence, who used to
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− | possess the letters subconsciously scattered to the distant universe?
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− | "Su-Yeong-ssi! Over there!"
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− | They could see Yi Seol-Hwa's hospital in the distance. Fables leisurely
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− | streaming there guided them. Fables were gathering towards the
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− | hospital ward they were all intimately familiar with.
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− | [Great Fable, 'Demon World's Spring', has begun its storytelling once more.]
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− | Han Su-Yeong thought to herself.
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− | If an author didn't write it, then a story's conclusion couldn't be
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− | created.
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− | [Great Fable, 'Torch that Swallowed the Myth', has begun its storytelling once more.]
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− | Even if that was true, however, did that mean those reading the story
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− | couldn't imagine the conclusion on their own way? Han Su-Yeong
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− | powerfully bit her lip. This story was created by her own hands. But
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− | another story she didn't know of was continuing on from the end of
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− | her story.
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− | 「What will happen if the moment of someone's imagination overtaking the author's sentences, comes?」
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− | As skills and Stigma hadn't returned in full yet, Han Su-Yeong ran out
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− | of breath rather quickly. Yu Jung-Hyeok supported her and kept
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− | running. Shin Yu-Seung rushing up the stairs tripped and fell. Other
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− | companions reached out and helped her up.
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− | [Great Fable, 'Season of Light and Darkness', has begun its storytelling once more.]
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− | [Great Fable, 'Liberator of the Forgotten Ones', has begun its storytelling once more.]
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− | The Great Fables they had acquired together were returning to them
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− | one by one. Even the unnamed last Fable of began singing about the
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− | emotion that no one dared to name.
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− | This desire, a wish, of those who went their separate ways a long time
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− | ago to become one once more.
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− | To grieve for someone else, to celebrate, to get angry, and to despair.
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− | And eventually, wishing to become that someone else.
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− | Someone was sympathising with their story. As her breathing grew
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− | heavier and heavier, Han Su-Yeong kept thinking to herself over and
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− | over again.
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− | 「If this story can really save you… 」
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− | If you regained just a little of your memories and remember us just
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− | one more time…
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− | "Over there!"
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− | …Then I'll keep writing the epilogue for you until the end of the time,
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− | for eternity.
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− | She reached before the hospital room's door, completely out of breath.
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− | Han Su-Yeong
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− | was now standing before the very room that she came to visit every
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− | single day for the past four years.
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− | The rest of the companions running up the staircase one step behind
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− | were now looking at her. She looked back, and began recalling the
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− | very last paragraph to the conclusion she didn't get to write.
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− | 「There are three ways to survive in a ruined world.」
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− | She then heard Jeong Hui-Won shouting out.
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− | "Han Su-Yeong!"
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− | The other companions who heard the news belatedly – comrades who
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− | didn't accompany them to the East Sea, could be seen running over
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− | here through the building's window.
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− | 「I've forgotten a few by now. However, one thing's for certain.」
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− | Han Su-Yeong's trembling hand grasped the door's handle.
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− | She was scared. What if there was nothing beyond this door?
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− | What if all this was nothing more than a sweet lie?
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− | She looked to her side, and saw Yu Jung-Hyeok nodding his head.
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− | 「And that is, the you reading these words will get to survive.」
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− | No matter what was waiting for them beyond this door, they were
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− | now ready to witness it. The door creaked noisily as it opened. Faint
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− | rays of sunlight entered through the wide-open window. The pages of
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− | the manuscript she spent the whole night revising scattered around in
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− | the wind. Letters scattered in a blinding fashion.
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− | The story she didn't get to complete, it was right there.
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− | The sentences she really wanted to write sometime, even if it was not
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− | now. While thinking about those sentences, Han Su-Yeong grinned
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− | like an idiot.
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− | 「This story is for just that one reader.」
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− | Fin.
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