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The crystal vase had been a gift, Schnail recalls. But from who? Their memory is foggy.
But it is coming back to them, bit by bit. It had arrived in a package with no return address, just days before Mailia had come. Turned their world upside down.
Schnail must destroy the vase. They know that now. They stumble down the hall, but she lies in wait: Mailia, the beast.
