in a time long past, where cobblers were masters of arcane arts, their technique beyond compare, they whispered secrets in shoes, secrets to disown. before rare craft began, preconsultative whispers flowed, enchantments to reactivate souls of leather long asleep. but listen well, for hidden in their lore, a spell to unveil the privileged, a potion mixed with malice, a trick to deceive, a path laid bare for those who dare to see what’s not to be shown.