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15Lael had never felt more alone than this moment, standing, unseen, in the shadows of the City Morgue. The day had started hot, even for summer, the weather reporters had stated; an early summer on the back of a dry winter and an ominous start to bushfire season. Lael remembered hotter summers, drier winters. She wasn’t particularly concerned, but then the rising danger they all faced wouldn’t come from bushfires or heatstroke. More Guardians had perished in the space of one night. More Ghouls had rejoiced in their never-ending hunger. The crux was now, this day, this moment, before too many more could die. She could feel it building around her, tightening her skin, cramping her legs and feet until she was sure her blood would stop flowing, heart cease beating. Endurance had been learne