... We were in an inn. Of some sort. Small rooms. I was by myself at first, and each room contained-- a vision. It showed me Yasha, possessed, killing Beauregard. It showed me my own grave. And then it began to show some of the others from this place.
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You do rather get to the heart of things.
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