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“It is done,” she said, shifting her attention to the dozen ancient, immortal figures now on the other side of the sarcophagus. Gavin started, hissing at his broken body with the sudden movement. They had no forms. They were only figments of light and shadow, wind and rain, song and memory. Each individual, and yet a part of one majority, one consciousness.
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