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Esme passes her hand over her scrying pool, attempting to clear the blurred images and connect with her sister, Maeve; she sees multiple snatches of plastics-littered fields and horizon and dead vegetation, smoky ill-colored skies, a bright blue button dropping from a crone’s hand, the edge of a purple cape undulating with the hand’s motion, followed by the view of a wild-haired troll woman, tail whipping, groaning over her ballooning belly as the words of a restorative spell barely come through distorted audio.