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Opening
Grey mist creeps across the ruins. I woke here — without a name, but with a spark of ether in my palm.
Somewhere ahead the first altar trembles. Let us light it.
Ending
The small altar warms — the first light in long years.
Finn, the Pathfinder, steps from the shadows: "You brought back the spark. I'm with you."
The altar is lit — the ruins awaken.




