Written for lj's apathymoon.
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The shrine of water is empty.
You might think there should have been something left behind, but Umi knows better. It's just an empty room now. A hugely empty room. Where light falls through the water it makes patterns in the dimness, on the floor. There is no other brightness. The air is still and cool and a little clammy.
The shrine of water is empty. It's appropriate enough, Umi thinks. There's nothing to inhabit it anymore, nothing to wake from sleep. No magic for times of crisis.
No crisis.
'Let's go back,' she says. Clef nods and begins his magic.
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