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It is in this act of violence that you finally realize something that had been obvious to every single other person but you.

The NARRATOR is dead and her body is gone, but you can still feel her rage, her pain, and her righteousness echoing inside the endless cavern of your conclusion. It seeps in, like a cold chill in an old house, that she will never truly die. Like the rest of the Jades, her existence was a result of a greater issue altogether.

You are the real Jade, and you really, really wished that you weren't.