Sanctum of Death

She grunts and nods, seemingly more to herself, as though pursuing some thought of her own, and drives away.

"She found you, then."

Turning, you see Áine. She is seated on the lawn, her slim arms wrapped around her knees, white-blonde hair falling across them.

"Áine. I think I owe you."

"You. Imane mentioned you. What the hell's going on?"

I sit down wordlessly beside her.

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