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Fugue

“It’s Vincent,” said Agarma. “Check on his cell, I’ll pursue,” said Agarma, and he threw aside his bouquet and grabbed his staff.

And he was gone, nothing was there.

Ana was empty…

Claire held the bouquet. “—ir, should we pursue Jo—”

…but kata held someone else bridal-carrying a princess. It was foggy and flat.

“Hwæt!” said Agarma, and an amplified P₄ (lightning) came out of the staff and hit them both. Someone froze and stumbled, but continued running.

Was that Quincy? And Agarma suffered an explosion, first principle, then psycho, then combinatoric.

And Quincy and Samantha faded into fog.