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The wasps that come in answer to their fallen brother cannot reach Vaenwode. They scrabble at the stone but it does not give way. There in the utter dark of his prison, trapped in a notch between stone, wasp, and tree, and with a still-not-entirely dead monster huddled close against him, Vaenwode is forced to wait.

The wasps hum. They scream. They scrabble at the lid.

Finally, they go away.

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