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As Kleio stood at the end of the hallway, watching Verity sulk away to her quarters, the image projected into Avadiel’s mind shifted. Kleio entered her own quarters, adjacent to Verity’s, and stepped before a mirror to speak directly to her Impera, the once Paragon of Chaos.

“I have done as you asked, Your Grace, and allowed you the use of my eyes so that you may view the arrival of the Young Sentinel, so may I make one request?”

From her comfortable seat on the stalled train, Avadiel sat remotely viewing the events at the palace. She reached for an opalescent glass stone, pressing it between the palms of her hands to open up a channel across space to speak with Kleio.

“Well, that was certainly an illuminating conversation.”

“Nothing...

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