It is like a dueling banjo competition, with either side plucking the chords of light until an overwhelming fevered pitch is reached and one side emerges the victor. The challenger from the East is slow to warm up, but always wins; and the once-proud West is put out. But regard for a wandering prodigy fades as quickly as its warmth, and soon the once-proud and now-deposed West begins to shine again.
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