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mahler smiled. "very good." for a long, struck moment, he thought of surrendering all duties to praimfaya that same day. but the logic of age returned to speak softly, and suggest he reject such an infernal idea. not now. there was no need to rush the inevitable change which waited for rivenwood at his end.
"until then, iana," the gargoyle said, sounding more grave than he had meant; but in the next his eyes shone with a particularly pleasant purple sort of expression, and he would turn then to head homeward.