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After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.
Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.
"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"
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Amariah nods.
Bells fly up.
Aianon, if you'd like to tell them that I just killed the shouty glowy guy and see if that gets them to react, you may.
Bells fly up.
Aianon, if you'd like to tell them that I just killed the shouty glowy guy and see if that gets them to react, you may.
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Amariah flies with one hand held out in front of her, and slows down; she doesn't want to run facefirst into a rock or another angel.
It is part of the mountainside.
But it is part of the mountainside at the very top, so it does not take all that long to feel her way around to something like a doorway.
The fog thins once they are inside, allowing them to see and hear for a few feet around.
But it is part of the mountainside at the very top, so it does not take all that long to feel her way around to something like a doorway.
The fog thins once they are inside, allowing them to see and hear for a few feet around.
The fog thins, and thins, and at the end of the tunnel there is a room, and in the middle of the room there is a - thing.
It is made of transparent crystal that catches the dim light and sparkles brilliantly, and it is absolutely without a gap or break of any kind, and there is an angel inside, small and old and wrinkled and faded almost to nothing.
It is made of transparent crystal that catches the dim light and sparkles brilliantly, and it is absolutely without a gap or break of any kind, and there is an angel inside, small and old and wrinkled and faded almost to nothing.
He shivers, startled.
[What? Who are you?]
His voice, even over brainphone, is as faint and old and faded as the rest of him.
[What? Who are you?]
His voice, even over brainphone, is as faint and old and faded as the rest of him.
The crystal rings like a bell. The angel startles awake, shuddering violently, and... swirls, like the other angel did when he began to dissolve.