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TILAL: (desperate) Destroy the book. Burn every artifact of that folly.

NAVICHET: (standing in her seat) You know the way?

(Spondule, Kanner, and Gallot look on with concern. Yorel stands before Navichet, his hand on the knife he wears strapped across his belly)

YOREL: I-- I cannot go with you. I have my duty here.

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