A sealed glass jar slid across the oak coffee table. Within it was a pile of ash, especially brittle and shattered, a soft blue tint echoing in the pitch of darkness. Executing a series of slow moves without thought or doubt, Simon removed his blades, placing them on the table as well. The last weapon set there was a thin obsidian dagger,
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