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Elizabeth still didn't know what to make of what she'd seen. The night had been ruined, and she had decided to head home not long after, the strange stone in tow. A part of her had wanted to throw it away. A part of her wanted to smash it. But she did neither, because she had to know for sure what she had seen.

And why what she'd seen and what Delsin has seen was so different.

So it stayed there, put aside, in her apartment. She knew she ought to look again, to try to understand more, but she was afraid to. She wasn't sure what it meant, and the idea of seeing what she saw again -

It turned her stomach.

But she knew she had to. So she sat in her apartment, trying to work herself up to it, idly petting Oliver as she did.