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When she touched it she could suddenly see the strong jawed Imperial man that she some how knew was Warden Gavius Ligit.. It was storming fiercely outside.. He had locked the door.. It was being slammed upon with an unatural force.. He looked paniced, and diseveled.. Both masks still hung from their plaques. Warden Ligit franticly dug through the papers on his desk.. Yanked out the drawers and dug through their contents.. All the time the slamming against the door.. He finally found what he was looking for, but it was obscured by a darkness that shouldn't be there. He held it to his heart.. Then he swalloed it.. The next slam caused the mechanizm of the door to rattle... What ever it was had almost gotten through the door... He grabbed the statue of Shezarr from his desk and shattered out the window.. He looked back at the door as the wind and rain beat against him from the newly opened whole where the windo once stood... He stepped into the sill, his fine black leather boots scuffed it... Then he let his body fall... It crashed into a rocky crag in the shallow swamp below.... ''This was the final death he would endure... But the thrist to last life...''