It is just before dawn in Camelot. A dark figure is coursing stealthily through the streets, keeping to the shadows, avoiding any guards on patrol. The figure stops outside the door of a house and slips silently inside.
The cloaked figure approaches the বিছানা and produces a trumpet-shaped ফুল of red and স্বর্ণ and holds it aloft. Morgana gazes at the flower. A whispered incantation, a flash of her eyes, and she tips the flower, pouring a fine স্বর্ণ dust that settles on Guinevere’s sleeping eyelids. It shimmers for just a moment before it disappears....
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