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Zamiel appeared, a bag in hand. He took the head of Morn, and placed a tiny card in the stump, one that would only be found by forensic teams. ''Let us leave to the waystone. You have excelled. You are worthy of the hallowed rank of Mirehn of the Shadows. After the waystone, we shall return to Yalara for the ritual of rising. Come.'' He swept out of the room, jumping out of the neares window, the invisible chord again around his waist, slowing him so that he landed on the ground regularly. He looked up. Cassarah had the same equipment, so she sould follow.