In a world where socks go to die, there existed a mystical place known as the Socks of Burgundy Requiem.
Located in the heart of the Sock Kingdom, this forsaken land was a place where socks came to rest, their threads frayed, their elastic snapped.
But beware, for the Socks of Burgundy Requiem was not just a place of rest, but also a place of judgment, where the socks that were deemed worthy were sorted into the Great Sock Hierarchy.
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