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1: The rat stands, body evaporating into coils of smoke and pulls back his hood.

Mal-Fa’asha: And I invite you, child… If you have his work, you have all the tools necessary…

See where your arrogance takes you, child. See if you can’t resist looking.

2: His face is nothing but a skull, black ichor rolling from empty sockets.

Mal-Fa’asha: See if it doesn’t… change your perspective…

See if you don’t fear death… like never before…

3: Rhoda stands alone in the library once more as the last few wisps of the rat’s being fade away like smoke around the glowing marble.