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Changing of the Guard
�Well?� Scala stepped out from behind the bridge post, in a golden glow of light. �What did she decide?�
�It doesn�t matter.� Marlukin looked out over the river. �She would have been redeemed either way.�
�To Lucifer with her! What of us?�
�We will remain as we are,� said Marlukin, looking off.
�Damn it!� cried Scala. �Did you teach her nothing of duty?�
�I taught her duty goes in two directions, like this road,� said Marlukin. �She was my prot�g�, not yours, and either sacrifice would have sufficed. She is the last of the Gods.� There was quiet pride in Marlukin�s voice. �And she has chosen humanity.�
�You were rooting for this, weren�t you, you old softie?� Scala demanded.
�There is no one in this Hotel who could have been so unbiased,� answered Marlukin.
�But in your heart of hearts?�
He kissed her lightly, one ghost touching another, all that would ever remain of the divine cadre of Ataniel. �In my heart of hearts,� Marlukin said softly, �I have a dream.�
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