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Epilogue
The Keeper-of-Forgotten-Thoughts lowers his empty vial and looks out
among the crowd. The tavern has fallen silent, and the crowd stares: numb
and mute at the ending of the long tale. Shara Six-Blades closes her eyes.
Oudilin's harp rests on his lap. Scii-Tavakis' spear has fallen to her side.
Epetrius bows his head, Xoraskavitt silent on his shoulder.
Lying on the table Jeanette Dovelle Four-Winds has passed out in a heap,
and Ileron of Sen-Tau smiles enigmatically, his eyes cold and cruel.
There is no applause. There are no cheers.
It is over.
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It is a sober morning that the tavern patrons stumble out into, vanishing one
by one into the pale light of the dawn. They bleed out into the streets:
stumbling half-drunk or half-asleep to angry wives or stores that will be left
untended for the day.
A hundred tongues will wag from here, clumsily attempting to retell the tale.
A thousand variations will exist with each retelling. In the years to come,
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