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The Tablet screamed. Without their names, it had no anchor to rewrite their pasts. It shattered into harmless obsidian dust.

At the —the Mirror of Final Doubt —they found not a reflection, but the Living Black Tablet itself, waiting. thmyl lbt 7 Wonders II mjana

“Why should I help you, Thmyl?” she asked, picking dust from her sleeve. “You’re a mjana . You collect dead facts.” The Tablet screamed

Thmyl looked at Lbt. Lbt looked at Thmyl. The Tablet screamed. Without their names