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It all began because of one fissure. A gaping tear in a blank sea of sand and grit, it leered upwards at the heavens, forever bellowing a silent challenge to sun and sky. Within, it held safe the last wisps of shadow and damp, refugees from a changing world. Perhaps, in time, the burning winds would tear open their sanctuary and bare them to their fate, but for today, they remained. It was because of this, that the pilgrim came. He came bearing a shadow of his own, his heavy brown robe denying the light just as his destination did. Within the dark lay his odd mismatch of features, a coyote's fur, legs, and face spliced into the figure of a m