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- He dodges a battalion of Azorius peacekeepers, ducks into an alley out of sight of a wave of Orzhov thrulls armed with polished golden spikes. Jace finds a quiet doorway, closes his eyes as he clutches the wound at his chest, and reaches. His mind skims bridges and walkways, past the clatter and feeling of battle, skillfully dodges the consciousness of the dying and feels his way for the mind he loves more than any other. It only takes a moment, there—but what he finds is a facsimile; it is her, but it is thin. A piece.
- Jace holds his hand to the hole near his heart and bolts.
- The war rages, the Phyrexians are being pushed back, a racket of panicked invaders broadcast to his mind their worry that the leader is dead, that the Ravnicans have a device that can electrocute the oil, that they must flee—
- It is noise. All Jace can care about is the quiet crystal ringing of Vraska's mind, whirring and fainting in the distance.
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- Outlaws of Thunder Junction | Epilogue 1: Bring the End, Part 1
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