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With us the
Rose the storms
in shouty glee,
the darkness in
the fires in
Danced we away,
and fed the sad
fool to their
-- Final fragment of the "Notyets" manuscript
Keeper 1: This way?
Keeper 2: Look here. Our path is true.
Keeper 1: In here?
Keeper 2: Yes.
Keeper 1: Since you left us, you've been a stone rolling downhill. Now you
must aim this remarkable momentum. It is past time for the balance to shift.
Keeper 2: They come.
Garrett: Wha--? Wait!
Keeper 1: The Trickster will not forgive you for doing what he could not. Nor,
I trust, will you forgive us.
Garrett: Keepers. Looks like I'd better get moving, or
whatever those things are will waste a perfectly good rescue.