The Wild Hunt was over, but half the game remained to be played. Somehow, Gelf had to be restored to his rightful place at the court of his father in Ratik.
Rest and study were in order first. The two casters returned to Darksea, where for the next seven months Firiona had Magic Academy workers reproduce the various magic items that had been disjoined by the hoary hunters. In the meantime, Firiona decided that, since she was going to get an ultra-powerful bow, she ought to make the most of it. So, she began the study of arcane archery. Six months of further study and preparation in Greyhawk, Gryrax and elsewhere and the two wizards were at last ready for Gelf’s return to reclaim his heritage.
Quest Day 730
Firiona and Gelf set out for the city of Marner, capitol of the Archbarony of Ratik. "Best to just go to the main gate. I’ll tell the guards I’ve returned and want to be taken to my father."
"You’re the local expert," said Firiona.
The two wizards reached the outskirts of Marner, a walled city of about eight thousand souls. It was the early evening of a foggy, misty mid-August day.
"Is this normal?" Firiona inquired.
"I don’t remember it being foggy and misty this time of year," Gelf answered, as puzzled as Firiona.
The two continued along the road to the main city gate. Out of the corner of her eye, Firiona spotted small flying creatures winging their way from the city. Bats. She stopped to listen, and heard the sound of howling in the distance. This is definitely not right, she thought.
Finally, Firiona and Gelf reached the main city gate. A huge portcullis was down, blocking their entry into the city. They spotted a guardhouse, staffed with soldiers.
"Let’s go to the guardhouse. I’ll introduce myself. Ask to be taken to Archbaron Alain," suggested Gelf.
"Do you see anything out of place?" asked Firiona.
"No," said Gelf.
So the two wizards approached the guard house. Gelf knocked on the door. It opened, and a guard appeared in the doorway. "State your business, strangers," the guard demanded. "Why do you wish to enter Marner after dark?"
"I am Gelf, son of your lord Alain. I have returned! I wish to be taken to my father immediately."
The guard looked closely at Gelf. Then, recognizing the long-absent prince, he exclaimed, "Well, bless my sword! It is you, master Gelf. After two years! We all thought you were dead!"
"As you can see, I am quite well," declared Gelf. "How fares the realm?"
The guard came closer to Gelf, then hesitated. "But first: who is your companion? Is she a friend of Ratik?"
"She is indeed a friend of Ratik," said Gelf, vouching for Firiona. "She aided me at need, and helped me return to the city."
"Firiona Vie, at your service," the elven wizard introduced herself to the guard, curtseying every so slightly.
Satisfied, the guard spoke in low voice to Gelf, Firiona listening carefully from behind him. "Since you were lost, things have been getting odd," said the guard. "You weren’t the only person to disappear. And there’s been strange noises, and strange creatures seen outside the city, and even some inside the city! And people have been whispering about . . . undead!" He shuddered.
"Did any other royalty disappear?" asked Firiona.
"Not that we know of," the guard answered. "But some important people in town, as well as ordinary people."
"Have you noticed anything else," Gelf continued.
The guard whispered, "Your father’s advisor seems different as well. Seems to be exerting more and more influence over your father and your brother!"
At this, Firiona pulled Gelf aside. "I should request an audience with the archbaron," she quietly advised. "Keep your presence a secret. Don’t let Syagrius know you’re back."
Gelf nodded agreement. He returned to the guard and asked him to keep quiet about his return. "And please arrange for and audience for my friend," he added.
"It so happens that the archbaron is meeting tonight with his council!" the guard pointed out. "Perhaps this would be a good time to appear, as he hears petitions from his subjects!" "Sounds good," Firiona acknowledged. She advised Gelf to pull his hood over his head to keep his identity a secret.
The guard went back into the guard house and informed the other guards on duty that he had important visitors to escort to the archbaron. "Be extra-vigilant until I return," he ordered. With that, he accompanied Firiona and Gelf into the city.
Shortly, the three arrived at the archbaron’s palace. The guard led Firiona and Gelf to the archbaron’s council chamber, where subjects were presenting their petitions to him. In the chamber were numerous aristocrats, guards and retainers, seated in two banks of benches on either side of the council chamber. The archbaron was sitting on a royal throne on a dais at the far end of the council chamber. Next to him was his younger son, Cail. On the other side was the archbaron’s advisor, Syagrius.
Firiona and Gelf promptly took their place in the line of petitioners. They listened attentively as the subjects of Alain V presented their needs to him. One asked for relief for his farm, which had been devastated by a recent flood. The petition was granted. The next asked for the archbaron’s judgment of a dispute. The archbaron granted the request to judge the case, but set a later date at which both parties would present. After him, another subject requested backing for a trade mission. The archbaron asked him to submit a proposal in writing.
Now it was Firiona’s turn to address Alain. As she began to speak, Gelf, standing hooded behind her, surveyed the chamber more carefully. In the bank of seats to his right, among a group of lower-ranking aristocrats, Gelf recognized Syagrius’ assistant, the young woman Metella, an attractive redhead. Then his attention focused on Syagrius. He’s looking a bit pale, even for Ratik, thought Gelf to himself.
"Excellency, I am Firiona of Darksea," Firiona began. "I’ve traveled great distances to many kingdoms. I’m a wizard who would like to start a magic academy here in Marner, to our mutual benefit, if you would grant me a building." She paused, while Alain looked attentively at her and nodded for her to continue.
"And as a token of my appreciation, I present this to you!" Firiona announced. She removed the hood from Gelf’s head. Everyone in the council chamber gasped in astonishment!
Alain was about to speak when Syagrius interrupted. "Majesty, what do we know of this wizard and her hooded guest? Is this a trick? Your son was lost many moons ago!" Syagrius scrutinized both Firiona and Gelf. "This is not what it appears!" the archbaron’s advisor cried. "This hooded figure is under the control of this wizard! Let me deal with them as they deserve for their impudence!"
And without waiting for authorization from Alain, Syagrius shapechanged into balor form, then assaulted Firiona with his flaming whip! The whip singed her and drew her into the flaming aura of the balor for severe damage as the demon grappled her. But Firiona kept her wits about her and was able to dimension door out of the grapple. Gelf responded to the appearance of the demon by casting his own shapechange and assuming solar form. Angel versus demon!
Bystanders in the chamber quickly ducked down, taking cover in or behind the banks of seats. Women and children began screaming in fear. Nobles’ pages hid behind their masters. Cail took cover behind his father the archbaron.
Seeing Firiona escape from his flaming grapple, Syagrius next took the shape of a mature adult silver dragon. The frightful presence of the dragon drove most of the lower-ranking aristocrats fleeing from the chamber or crouching down in terror. Cail was terrified of the huge monster and hid behind Alain. Firiona, Gelf, Alain and some of the most powerful aristocrats summoned enough courage to face down the dragon. Remarkably, two of the mid-ranking aristocrats also withstood the dragon’s presence, including Syagrius’ assistant, Metella.
Frightening children and decadent aristocrats was not enough for Syagrius. He immediately targeted Firiona with a blast of dragon’s breath. The elven wizard managed to evade some of the damage, but was still seriously injured by the blast. Gelf shouted out to the archbaron, "Father, it’s me!" To prove his identity, he referred to a childhood incident only Alain would know. The archbaron pricked up his ears, but otherwise said nothing in response.
While Alain considered solar-Gelf’s words, the young prince rushed the dragon, grasping its foreleg and attempting to cast Otto’s irresistible dance on the creature. No effect! Luckily for Gelf, the dragon’s counterstrike also missed.
A new tactic suddenly occurred to Firiona. She spoke the mystic syllables of the gate spell. Immediately, through the gate emerged a pale, misty figure.
"Does that look familiar???" Firiona screamed, taunting Syagrius. She spoke brief instructions to the newly-arrived fey. Quickly, the hoary hunter used its greater dispel magic power on Syagrius! The wizard’s shapechange was dispelled, and he assumed his normal form. Most of his other protective and augmentative spells were also wiped out by the fey’s power.
Suddenly, one of the senior aristocrats jumped out of the box to the right of the king and joined the battle!
And nobody in the chamber noticed that his complexion had suddenly grown unusually pale.
"Oh, he looks familiar, alright!" replied Syagrius to Firiona’s challenge. "I hear he’s a pretty good dancer too!" With that, the wicked wizard rushed toward the hunter, slapped a hand on him. Immediately, the hunter began prancing about under Otto’s influence.
Firiona and Gelf saw the aristocrat (Eldrood by name) join the fight, and welcomed his assistance. Right up to the point where he charged into Gelf and slammed the young prince! Gelf shook off the actual battery damage easily enough, but felt his very life force somehow draining away from him.
Enraged, and at the same time frightened, by the unexpected assault from a formerly loyal aristocrat of Ratik, Gelf reached deep within himself and gated in another ally. Again, some unknown but mighty source of power somehow enabled him to bring a creature much more powerful than he had any right to expect.
Through the gate there emerged the shimmering form of a mighty force dragon. The creature was so tall it had to crouch down in order not to burst through the roof of the chamber. Its movement was constrained by the relatively small size of the chamber. But it had enough maneuvering space to launch a full attack on Syagrius. The wicked wizard suffered severe damage from the dragon’s natural weapons.
But Syagrius seemed to recover somewhat from the wounds the dragon had just inflicted on it. He recovered somewhat from the next attack by the force dragon, which Firiona’s quickened snake’s swiftness provided the creature. Alas, Alain’s council chamber did not show any signs of recovering from the dragon’s presence. Chairs, tables, roof beams and other structures splintered under the impact of the mighty creature. Archbaron Alain, witnessing the destruction, became more and more agitated.
The hoary hunter kept on dancing, but Syagrius was unable to land a blow on the amazingly tough creature even as it danced.
And then another aristocrat (known as Kurbin) suddenly charged into battle, running around the force dragon toward Firiona!
Syagrius paid no heed to Kurbin’s intervention, but advanced on the dragon and slapped its leg. "Dance, little dragon!" the wizard shouted with glee, as the creature proceeded to do just that, wreaking more mayhem and destruction in Alain’s council chamber. At the same time, Eldrood slammed Gelf again, but this time the young prince was unharmed by the attack. Ignoring the attack on himself, Gelf quickened a targeting ray at Syagrius, then attempted to dispel the Otto’s irresistible dance on the force dragon. The dragon immediately stopped the uncontrollable movement. Now thoroughly annoyed, the dragon took out its aggravation on Eldrood, and with one blow downed the pale aristocrat.
From the benches to the archbaron’s left, Metella’s stifled gasp could be heard by those who might be listening. But none were: all attention was focused on the battle, and right then on Firiona. She assayed Syagrius’ spell resistance, then fired a maximized darkbolt at the wicked wizard. With a shriek, Syagrius fell to the floor, slain. Metella screamed as her master went down.
Kurbin rushed Firiona, attempting to slam the elven wizard. The attack missed as Firiona successfully dodged the onslaught of the crazed aristocrat.
From the corner of her eye, Firiona noticed Alain writhing, shaking his head and groaning, as if he were under some kind of invisible assault. Then his head seemed to clear. Whatever had been assailing him apparently had failed to harm him.
Clearly something was not as it seemed in the council chamber. Gelf and the force dragon both cast true seeing, then surveyed the room. What they saw was disturbing: Eldrood, Kurbin, and Syagrius himself, lying on the floor, incapacitated, yet not destroyed. Because all three of them were revealed as vampires.
An even more disturbing sight greeted Gelf and the dragon when they turned their attention to Syagrius’ assistant. For Metella was revealed as someone far different from the young, attractive, red-haired aristocrat she had seemed to be. In her place they perceived a pale, gaunt, grey-haired woman of indeterminate age and evil mein.
The woman brought up a prismatic sphere around herself in response. "Who are you to interfere with my plan??!!" she shrieked. Then she began to prepare a greater teleport spell, readying her escape.
But Firiona’s greater dispel magic the hoary hunter’s dance. Quickly, the hunter disjoined Metella’s prismatic sphere! As the sphere was being taken down, Kurbin suddenly turned gaseous! The vaporous vampire speedily escaped out the door of the council chamber.
"Dragon!" Gelf called out. "Check the archbaron! Find if he is bewitched!" The dragon immediately cast analyze dweomer on Alain. At the same time, Gelf himself cast assay spell resistance on Metella, or the being previously known as Metella, hoping to overcome whatever spell resistance she might have and prevent her fleeing by dimensionally anchoring her. But Metella was able to activate the previously prepared greater teleport before Gelf was able to anchor her. She flashed out of view and was gone.
Soon the force dragon informed Gelf, "There are no spells on your father!" At that, Gelf approached the throne, knelt and laid down his weapon. "Father," he addressed Alain, "don’t you recognize your own son?" But the archbaron looked at the kneeling solar and replied, "I don’t know you, and my son wasn’t a fighter, still less some celestial being!"
"I have changed over the time I’ve been lost," said Gelf. "Let me prove myself!" Dropping his shapechanged form, the young prince turned back into his natural self.
Alain was unconvinced. "You could have killed him and taken his form!" the archbaron angrily charged.
Having approached behind Gelf, but still in solar form, Firiona now spoke. "Mighty archbaron, summon a cleric and have him determine the truth of what has been told to you!" she advised. She whispered to Gelf, who then turned to the force dragon, and with thanks for his aid, dismissed him from further service. Firiona likewise dismissed the hoary hunter.
Alain was still highly agitated. "Impudence!" he shouted. "To order me about in my own hall! Which you have ruined, yet, with your monstrous beast!" But Cail, from behind his father, tugged on Alain’s royal robes and whispered to him. "Daddy, maybe he’s telling the truth!" said the observant child.
Alain thought things over. "Sometimes children prove wiser than their elders," he said. Signaling to one of the guards who had remained steadfast during the battle, he gave the man instructions. The guard promptly left the wrecked council chamber.
As the remaining retainers and other subjects who had been terrified by the dragon returned to their senses, the guard returned with a high priest of Kord. "How may I be of service, sire?" the priest asked. "And what happened in your hall??!!"
"That is what I hope to determine," replied Alain. He requested that the priest determine whether or not Gelf’ story were true. Accordingly, the priest cast zone of truth, as well as discern lies. "Please tell us your tale, young prince," the priest urged. So Gelf told the story of everything that had befallen him since the time of his departure from Ratik almost two years ago. When he was finished, Alain demanded that Firiona do the same. She too described her deeds, beginning with her quest and ending with the dispatch of the last hoary hunter and the end of the Wild Hunt against him.
The priest turned to Alain. "They speak the truth, sire!"
Alain thanked the priest for his services and dismissed him, then turned to look at Gelf. "It’s really you then?" he said. "We all feared you were lost. Syagrius told me he had tried to locate you, without success."
"Small wonder," replied Gelf. "Syagrius himself was behind the attack on me." And the prince told his father what he had learned about Syagrius’ attempt to have him killed by the hoary hunters.
"I can scarcely believe it!" exclaimed the archbaron. "And yet I see him lying undead on the floor of my hall!"
"Did you notice anything strange about him?" Gelf asked. "I saw immediately that he seemed paler than normal, even for this northern clime."
"Now that you mention it," said the archbaron, "he did seem to change. It was shortly before your disappearance." He pondered this new realization for a short time. "And another thing," he continued. "He took on Metella as his assistant at about that same time."
Alain’s recollections were interrupted by the sudden sound of thunder, which seemed to emanate from the ceiling near the entrance to the council chamber!
Firiona was the first to spot it: an image hovering in the air that was faint at first, then clarified. A sending.
The image stirred a vague memory of having heard of such a manifestation–from Amalla?! But the image promptly began to speak.
"You have interfered with my plan, and I will remember it. Name yourselves if you are not craven!"
Gelf recognized the image as that of the woman he had known as "Metella" in her true form. Firiona stared more closely at the vision. She looked somewhat familiar, like someone she had fought before.
"Where have we met before?" Firiona demanded of the image.
"I do not know you, woman," the image replied angrily, "except that you have interfered with my plan, which you will regret!" And she laughed evilly at the thought. Firiona thought carefully. She’d heard that laugh before. But where? Suddenly she recalled an evil temple complex far underground! And Edward, chained to a column!
"Khadija!" she exclaimed.
"How do you know me?" demanded Metella/Khadija. "I do not know you!"
"But well you should!" gloated Firiona. "We defeated you in the shrine of Orcus beneath Alar’s Crypt, you and Oconee and your cultists!"
But Khadija again protested, "I tell you I don’t know you!"
"I am the great Firiona!" boasted the elven wizard. "So now you do!"
"Now I do indeed," answered Khadija. "I will remember your name, and we will meet again! And I will have my revenge, and far sooner than you imagine!" And with that, the sending disappeared.
Looks like the Enterprise has some ‘splainin’ to do, thought Firiona to herself.
Everyone else in the room was stunned into silence, not knowing what was going on. At last, Alain spoke up. "Let all leave this hall!" he ordered. "It shall be rebuilt and purified of the taint of evil that Metella brought to it. Metella, or whatever her true name is!" With that, all present cleared out of the chamber.
Alain ordered his guards and nobles to escort Firiona to quarters where she could rest and refresh herself, for there would be a great celebration tomorrow to mark Gelf’s return. Gelf accompanied his father. Meanwhile, Alain’s guards put an end to the undead existence of Syagrius and Eldrood.
Quest Day 731
The next morning, after Firiona had arisen and dressed, a noblewoman knocked on the door of her quarters. "Today is a great feast, in honor of the return of Prince Gelf," she informed Firiona. " You are invited to our master’s table to dine with him and his son, and celebrate his restoration to his rightful place. And our master wishes to reward you for rescuing his beloved son!" Firiona replied, "Now that’s an invitation I’m happy to accept."
Accompanying the noblewoman, Firiona soon came to a field with a large pavilion. "Quite a set-up," Firiona observed. Her noble escort explained, "Archbaron Alain has a magic device that allows him to produce a huge feast for special occasions! A "rod of splendor", I’ve heard it called."
Eventually the two women reached the pavilion and entered. A huge throng of Ratik’s most eminent citizens were assembled at table. Heaps of roasted meats, fresh breads, tasty vegetables and other fitting foodstuffs were awaiting distribution. A guard approached, and escorted Firiona to the head table, where Alain and Gelf were seated.
When Firiona arrived, Alain, stood up and announced, "Let the feasting begin! For my son Gelf was lost, and has been found!" All present gladly followed their lord’s suggestion.
At table, Alain thanked Firiona frequently and profusely. He offered to reward Firiona, telling her, "If it is in my power to grant, I will gladly grant it!"
Firiona thanked the archbaron. "My people will contact your people," she said. "About trade relations. Maybe also setting up that magic academy I mentioned last night." "It shall be done!" said Alain.
Alain also rewarded Firiona with a chest of gold, to the tune of 50,000 gp. "Start-up costs," he suggested. And during the course of the feasting, Alain announced the official restoration of Gelf as his heir-apparent. After a few hours, bellies were fully and wine cups were empty.
Suddenly Firiona heard several things. There were tapping sounds like light, tiny objects falling on the pavilion. There was some kind of commotion outside. And then, panicked citizens burst into the pavilion as if they were looking for shelter!
Firiona got up and ran to the nearest entrance to the pavilion. She looked outside. Alain, Gelf and some other guards and nobles followed her and looked out as well.
Outside, people were still running toward the pavilion. Or under trees. Or to any shelter they could find. Tiny thorns kept falling from the sky, as far as the eye could see. Anyone exposed to the falling thorns were wounded by the tiny objects. Some fell down and did not get up.
Instantly, Firiona cast detect magic. She was astonished by the power of the phenomenon. It was magic, alright, and it was evil magic as well. She recalled reading something about such phenomena in her studies at the Spire of the Encyclic, back in Erelhei-Cinlu. It was called, appropriately enough, "evil weather."
And evil it was. After a few minutes, the thorns that struck the soil burrowed into the ground, only to sprout as choking weeds and nettles! This went on for almost half an hour. By the time the rain ended, crops far and wide had been destroyed, and fields had been ruined. Entire forests were damaged.
Firiona asked one of the clerics present, "Can you advise me as to what this is?" But the cleric had never seen anything like it. Alain was terribly distressed. "How much of my land has suffered from this rain of nettles?"
"I can survey the land from the air!" Firiona announced. Then without further delay, she shapechanged into the form of an air elemental, and commenced an aerial survey. After flying at a top speed of almost forty miles per hour for six hours, she determined that over 2500 square miles had been affected by the evil weather. Land from Marner to the Timberway Forest had suffered heavy damage. Ratik had suffered huge losses of forests and farmland.
There was an open spot at the center of the devastation. From the air, it appeared that a round open space only about ten feet wide had been spared. It looked like there was some kind of object at the center of the space. Firiona flew down to hover over the object.
It proved to be a stone block with a message carved on its top surface. Firiona hovered above the surface and was able to read the inscription: "I told you it would be far sooner than you imagine!"
Firiona speeded back to the pavilion to report her findings.
"Who is responsible for this???" cried Alain.
"Metella," answered Firiona. "That is, Khadija. Khadija, high priestess of Orcus, demon prince of undeath!"
Alain buried his face in his hands. "What will we do? How will we survive?" he wailed.
"I’ll find help!" Firional promised. And before anyone could say anything further, she teleported straight to Enterprise headquarters in Greyhawk, and from there requested an urgent meeting with the highest levels of Enterprise leadership. She soon was granted a meeting with Armed Forces Director Andronikos Phaskos. And also, to her surprise, the Director of Intelligence & Operations. The Blue Dahlia.
Quest Day 732
Firiona provided a brief but concise report of her recent activities, culminating in Khadija’s attack on Ratik. "The Archbarony of Ratik has been laid waste," Firiona concluded.
"We know," the Blue Dahlia responded, "and that is unfortunate."
"You know?!" cried Firiona. "I need to know how that happened, why it happened, and what can be done about it!"
"Remember to whom you speak," warned Phaskos. "And now, just listen." With that, the Blue Dahlia briefed Firiona on the Enterprise’s role in the Ratik disaster:
When the adventurers had turned Khadija over to the Enterprise after destroying the cult of Orcus based in the Dim Forest, Enterprise agents had interrogated her. It was clear that a potentially very valuable resource had fallen into their hands. While the interrogation was going on, Enterprise agents were exploring the underground shrine complex and recovering all booty available. During the course of the exploration, the agents had located a secret escape route that Firiona and her companions had missed. It led to a teleportation circle to a secret hideout in the Rakers.
The Enterprise also knew that Khadija was a very high-ranking cultist of Orcus. Thus, a plan suggested itself: the Enterprise would purge Khadija’s mind of all memory of her contact with Enterprise agents, replacing them with false memories, including how she escaped from the sack of her shrine by invading adventurers of unknown origin. In addition, the Enterprise would plant a suggestion in her mind: if she ever learned of any new plans of Orcus, she would immediately convey them to Enterprise agents (unknown to her, of course). The Enterprise then turned her loose at her Rakers hideout, with her manufactured memories, and waited for further developments.
Scrying (without detection) revealed that Khadija immediately began to plot. What area is near the Rakers? The Archbarony of Ratik, for one. What other city was in the area? Chalons! And who was active in the vicinity of Chalons, working to build a force of giants? Hulagu. Ratik would make a perfect base for her own operations, in conjunction with Hulagu’s should he find success with the giants. And so, she proceeded with her scheme to infiltrate the court of Archbaron Alain and subvert his realm to serve her purposes. She must somehow have gained control of Syagrius, possibly by means of an epic-level spell.
"So thanks to you, Ratik has been destroyed??!!" Firiona exploded.
The Blue Dahlia was unperturbed. "First, mind your place, wizard," she said icily. "You are an agent of the Enterprise, and a third-level agent at that. Your loyalty is to this organization, as is your respect, and we expect both your loyalty and your respect at all times. Second, you are assuming nothing can be done. It should be obvious even to you that that is not the case!"
Firiona paused, considering the Dahlia’s last statement. Were there things that could be done? She pondered. Well, Gelf was still on the scene, and she had taught him a number of powerful spells. Could he use them properly? Did he know the wish spell?
"I, er, ah, . . . I apologize for that last outburst," said Firiona. "I was speaking out of concern for my friend Gelf–and I do consider him my friend after this experience–and for his homeland."
"Apology accepted," said Phaskos. "Now, let the Enterprise worry about weeds in Ratik. You have other things to attend to." With that, he and the Dahlia rose to leave. Firiona took her leave of Enterprise headquarters as well.
Having completed her quest, Firiona was anxious for her celestial reward. So, she planeshifted directly to Celestia and in due course reported her success to the solar who had given her the assignment. She provided a full account–except for the part the Enterprise had played in the events. The solar was pleased.
"You have done well," said the solar, "and as promised, you shall receive that which you seek." He vanished, then returned after a short time with a bow. "Receive this solar’s bow," the angelic being said to Firiona, "in recognition of your achievement. May it serve you well, and in the cause of good."
Firiona thanked the solar, then planeshifted back to her estate in Darksea. The second clause of the solar’s benediction had troubled her.
Am I really in the cause of good? she thought to herself.
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