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Previously

…I had faced the heart of the rot, and I had, in some inexplicable way, found a way to illuminate it. But as I looked at the unfinished sculpture, at the sorrow in its stone eyes, I knew this was not an end. It was merely a beginning. The house was still here. And the echoes of what had transpired, of what had been unleashed and then, perhaps, subdued, would linger long after the last vestiges of the Presence had faded. I had survived, but I was changed. And the light, the true light, was now a burden I carried, a responsibility I could no longer ignore.