Something must be done. We cannot-”

“We cannot what?” she said. Her strange, almost-luminous eyes met my own. Her gaze stilled my tongue, as ever it had.

“We cannot what, Jeremiah?” she said.

I felt my adam’s apple bobbing, felt myself making an effort to stand straighter under her gaze.

“We cannot sit,” I said. “And do nothing.”

Madam Za smiled, sadly.

“It’s the end of the world, Mr. Morrow,” she said.

“That’s all we can do.”




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