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Once about a time, the Queen was a princess. She no longer remembered much about that time, aside from dancing in the wind. At night she would look up and imagine that the stars danced with her. Slowly her sisters began to disappear, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in groups. One day she woke up, and she was the Queen. She had mourned her sisters' passing briefly, accepting that all end in time. But as the Queen, she felt her subjects' pain. It moved up her bones, making her brittle and unable to dance or accept. Then, she broke.