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*Sancor sits at the Creator's hearth. He continues to watch the world below. He sees the Reformation of Malinor posters. He grins. His message was being passed on. It continued on. It would keep on going.*

 

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Sancor sits by the Creator's hearth. He watches his friend Ivan close his eyes for the last time. He goes out to the main entrance to await him, where his uncle will take him. In life and in death these two friends would walk together.

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"Indeed," replies Sancor. He too smiles. "Welcome to the halls of Aeriel. Stay. Talk. Eat. I'm going to be going back to the hearth, if you don't mind. I'll be there if you need anything."

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"Okey my friend. Rest well"

 

Ivan ascends to the upper halls to see his Uncle. A tear of happiness rolls down his cheek as he closes the door behind him.

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