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Beatrice:  "Mother…” In the small room in the deepest part of the tomb in which the coffin was placed, the remains of Echidna the Witch rested in silence. In front of those remains, Beatrice was stricken with such worry that her feet felt like they couldn’t stay grounded. She felt neither the sense of elation from during the battle nor the sense of loss and liberation from losing the archive of forbidden books—she felt guilt.
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Beatrice:  "Has Betty managed to uphold her promise to Mother, I wonder? …I am sorry.” Stroking the edge of the cracked coffin with her finger, Beatrice began their first meeting in four centuries with an apology. Beatrice had lost both the intellect of the Witch and the book of knowledge given to her upon their parting. She had deigned to come crawling back, her promise unfulfilled.
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Beatrice:  “Betty never met That Person…and the book has been burned away. Are the words I am sorry enough to make up for it, I wonder?” Beatrice judged herself to be a poor daughter. She was a foolish girl who’d been unable to fulfill Mother’s last request with four centuries on hand to do it.