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    "description": "Vell Tarlowe. Sai Mota. Omar Agah. Eriana-3.\n\nThe scarlet phantoms hang in the air beside Eris as she stares across the Enduring Abyss, her eyes fixed upon the Lunar Pyramid. \n\nSuspended between Nightmare and Memory, her old friends remain forever silent, offering neither torment nor guidance. They listen, and nothing more.\n\nAnd sometimes, that is enough.\n\n\"Long has it been since I walked the Pyramid's protean halls,\" Eris muses. \"Would it welcome me back, now that I meddle in its affairs by severing its growing bond with the Leviathan?\" \n\nHer fireteam does not respond. \n\n\"It does not matter,\" she concludes. \"Regardless of the Pyramid's agenda, Calus must not succeed.\"\n\nHer thoughts turn to the others aboard the Leviathan, confronting Nightmares of their own. She wonders—as she has done many times since binding the Crown of Sorrow —whether she should perform her own severance ritual.\n\nEris looks upon the apparitions that were once her fireteam, and her gaze softens.\n\nFor better or worse, she has grown accustomed to her grief. Let the others shed their burdens. She keeps hers close, heavy and held dear.\n\nWithout them, the silence would be deafening.",
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  "subtitle": "\"The dead do not often speak. But I always listen.\"",
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