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"I have nothing, but my sorrow."
The job is done. Your revenge taken. Even at the cost of your own life.
Yet. It isn't as satisfying as you once thought. It's... Emptier than what you expected. Than what Olivier said it would be like.
Your own blood seeps into the floor, your going to die soon. You don't mind though. Everything is over. You can rest easy now.
Yet. Just as you accept your own demise.
A light. Nearly as bright as the sun that you haven't seen since you were... You can't even remember the last time you saw it. It's been years in the library. And years spent not focusing on it's beauty.
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"Ugh... What... What the hell?"
The library is normal again, no blood staining the floor and walls. No corpses of the assistant librarians that valiantly died trying there best to defend.
Your back in your own floor. General works.
Your arms. Legs. Hell even your chest is all back in working order. No gaping hole in your side. Not even a scar.
The air is also back to what is was. Not one hit of blood in the air.
Flash
A bullet flashes right Infront of you.
"Shit!"
You quickly leap backwards and turn to it's sender. A group of assistant librarians. They all have the keypages of the ensemble. Grea-
"... What?"
Right at the centre. Stands the elegant. Beautiful form of... No. This is an illusion. If everything is back to normal Angela must somehow still be living.
The familiar feeling of sorrow overtakes you once more.
Whoever manages to make a carbon copy of your dear Angelica will pay with there life.
RECEPTION OF THE BLACK SILENCE BEGUN