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Yellow light flickers in the soft, blue fields and two figures appear. Releasing Gabriel, Hastur staggers and weaves a few steps. The yellow light around him dies down completely, fading into him or wicking away in thin plumes and trails into the air until he is nothing more than a beaten-looking man in tattered yellow-gold robes.
His eyes lose focus. Flicker shut. He crumples into the grass near a patch of flowers with a soft thump and lies still and silent.
His eyes lose focus. Flicker shut. He crumples into the grass near a patch of flowers with a soft thump and lies still and silent.