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Our ritual is nearly ready. I've studied it so many times its seared into my being.
Every night I find myself kneeling at your altar, ancient texts scattered around your tomb. The light piercing through the stained glass windows. A reminder of my star.
Soon, the final twelve offerings will present themselves. You gave me a name… and saved me from the depths of my own darkness.
Now its my turn to save you. By my magic, we will see each other again.
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