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Empty dye pots. Hair clippings.
In a room halfway across Eorzea, dust floats through sunbeams, as the sun rises.
Somewhere in the ocean, a red coat, trimmed with insignias of rank, floats for a time, and then sinks beneath the waves.
A life overthrown. Twelvescore more shaken, maybe sundered.
Two lives ended.
Anstarra stared unmoving into the brightness of the rising sun, greeting Azeyma through the greasy window panes. Two words, floating through her mind, resonant and unremitting in their implications.
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The sun gave no answer.
In a room halfway across Eorzea, dust floats through sunbeams, as the sun rises.
Somewhere in the ocean, a red coat, trimmed with insignias of rank, floats for a time, and then sinks beneath the waves.
A life overthrown. Twelvescore more shaken, maybe sundered.
Two lives ended.
Anstarra stared unmoving into the brightness of the rising sun, greeting Azeyma through the greasy window panes. Two words, floating through her mind, resonant and unremitting in their implications.
"Now what."
The sun gave no answer.
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