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Now is now. Kaylin is stepping off the Light Train. It's dark and the dry wind scratches at her face. It's the one place that doesn't come to mind when you think of New Year's Eve. In front of her blooms a different kind of darkness. It's wet and humid. She turns around and Darus is there. "This is it," he says. "The final gate. The last trial." He spreads his arms, and the wet warm dark spreads out and presses against her dark. He pulls his sword out of the scabbard. Kaylin stands in front of him, tensed to run. "Running again?" He flourishes his sword. It's giving him an unfair advantage. The sword disappears. "You should sacrifice yoursel