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"Alright. Let's clear out then. We can burn it after the bear," Avis said, several beats after Asp had left. She rubbed her hands a few times more and then experimentally flexed them, as though testing them for some permanent mark of taint. Apparently, they were fine, and the Neophyte turned to the Guardian and her pet sushi-maker, becoming the second Talon to gesture toward the exit that evening.
Like weeds, the aftermath's questions bubble up in the minds of those who remain. The Scelesti may be dead, the souls of Triquetra, O'Mally, Qedesh, Tamwood, and Rosh may have been saved from a fate worse than oblivion, but the tensions remain high. The question of what to do and how to do it stir old wounds and old, bottled up animosities.
But, with the sun breaking through the trees and a car shambling up the ruined drive; there is nothing else to say and a lot left to do.
Great Scene Everyone, let's finally put this plot to Rest.
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