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…A hand extended, smiling eyes unseen but felt.
She takes the hand, stiff after the long vigil in the chill of night, accepting assistance to regain her feet.
The grass is cold, frost biting her bare toes.
Above, a million stars streak across the heavens.
It is done.
The old one smiles and raises his hand…
…. Voices call her back.
The sunlight casts a pale golden glow … across the circle her companion opens his eyes.
There is something she recognises in them….
She knows not what it is…
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