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Kallah looked up at the darkness above. It had been weeks since the last skyfire went out. Kallah's mother had told her once that the sky used to be full of lights, that you could even tell where you were just by studying the skyfires.

Kallah thought back to her childhood. There were many skyfires, but they were inconsistent. Even the brightest might disappear for a few nights or even a week, and then return.

She didn't need the skyfires, Kallah told herself. The nightsky had been mostly empty for years now, and she knew the way in her bones.

Ne had shared many tales of the old days before she climbed the mountain. Kallah recalled stories of the Mosketres and their iron grip on Ne's home, and how their power faded and fell over the years, as power often does.

Kallah broke camp, swiftly eliminating all evidence of her presence. "Leave no trace", Ne used to tell her, though Kallah believed those words had once meant something more to Ne.

Kallah hoisted her pack and set off along the gully. A stream flowed viscously beside her, a shimmer of toxics warning against getting too close.

Ne had been gone for over 50 nights. Kallah had kept careful track for the first few tendays, but eventually despair ate away at her hope and she stopped counting.

As Kallah crested a rise, she caught a glimpse of a creature far in the distance. It ran out of sight almost as soon as Kallah spied it. "Ne would have said it's a unicorn," thought Kallah.

The Citadel was only an hour away, by the most direct route. The most direct route also happened to be suicide. Armageddon had come and gone, but Kallah still valued her existence.

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