Мафия 13. Inanimate Paradise

N-I-G-H-T has fallen
Quickly, everyone to bed!

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III

But there must be movement...

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From afar, the mournful tune of a knell echoed: awaiting their fate, the inhabitants of the city of the doomed drifted toward the abandoned beacon of hope in the dark realm of despondency. The ranks grew thin: many fear capture and thus hide in their hovels, though not without reason…

…Knocking on every door, the residents found Xostor’a at home, gathering the remnants of mirrors – his face looked much better than yesterday: the stitches had faded, but the smile remained: it conveyed the joy that despite all hardships – fate or someone else disposes of destiny otherwise…

…Strange speeches rang out, echoing throughout the city: Light! It was so close! Its radiance! It is mesmerizing! There is nothing better than light! Pollen!!! Little flame! Where are you going! Where!!! Expecting to meet an oracle, the residents saw only Tiera; the oracle stumbled upon them later: something incredible happened, I simply don't believe it… cannot believe it!!!

The doomed rushed after the prophet, who led them to the hut of Wedm’a. Opening the door, they expected to see an empty room, however, Wedm’a had not left the walls of the city: she sat on a stool, reflecting on what had occurred: beneath her feet was a pile of sand upon which a complex drawing was etched, consisting of many details brought together by an unknown will.. Nearby lay a notched sword belonging to Brackman’y; there were also many pinpoint indentations on the floor, as well as a figurine of a girl holding fire in one hand

…An awkward pause hung in the air; the silence was broken by the same Kash who burst in – his countenance had been renewed, with only traces of stitches showing here and there.