In the dimly lit catacombs beneath the city, a secret society of font mystics toiled away, perfecting the art of letterform. Their rituals involved the invocation of font styles, the sacrifice of whitespace, and the whispered incantations of font sizes.
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The font mystics of old were not just concerned with aesthetics, but with the very fabric of reality.