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With another day of close calls and back and forth, the day's decisions weighs weary on your soul. All you have done is talk and discuss, and yet you feel as tired as if you had run fifty miles.
Your food is tasteless. Your drink is odorless. The world seems less real, and more fake, than you ever remember. Each of you is so focused on this decision that nothing else matters. Nothing else is noticed. You hear no birds, see no boats, feel no breeze.
All around you the decision presses you deeper and deeper into yourself until finally you throw off the shackle with your vote. One by one you regain your strength as the die is cast. Lots have fallen. One of you is called upon to enter the Sacred Flame again.
The searing multi-colored lights of the fire have no impact on you, close as you may be. With a wounded pride, Chief Rum takes off his jacket, undoes his tie, gives a nod of his head to the group, and steps into the flame.
Once again you see the Sacred Flame do its work, and once again you see the soul bared to you all. Chief Rum was a true blooded Lightbringer, with no special roles or abilities.
Day Two has ended. Night two has begun, and ends at 1:00 am EST.
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