A story can have only one true ending. Even as the stranger felt compelled to commit his final words to paper he did it knowing they must never be read. To see the sum of his work was to see inside his own emptiness, the heart of a destroyer, not a creator. And yet, reflected back upon him at last he could see his own ending. And in this final act of destruction, a chance to give what he could not receive.
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