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“Thank you,” Autumn says, bowling slightly. “Taargon, a portal, please?”

Taargon gently lays Bex back in her chair, then presses her fingers to the ground. Slowly, a pair of bright green ivy-like plants begin to grow, up up up, bending slightly under their weight, until they meet in the middle and grow together in an arch. A faint, filmy shimmer spreads from the top of the arch and flows down to the hard-packed dirt floor.

“See you soon, hopefully,” Oliver waves. He ducks through the portal first, then Autumn, then Taargon. When Taargon vanishes from sight, the portal crumbles to pieces.