The Faerie Queen lounged on her throne and looked at the three subjects before her.
“I tasked you with changing the hearts of humanity so that they will forever celebrate Winter Solstice and sing anew the world, a gargantuan task, and you tell me you have accomplished it in a single night?
“Yes Your Grace.”
She narrowed her eyes at the figures. “How?”
“Oh, you know,” one said, adjusting the cuff on an oversized black cloak. “We just showed a moneylender visions of his miserable life and horrible death, and he basically did the work for us.”
“Well, alright then.”

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