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Sub Rosa [84]

xiii. the blood of sanctum

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: anxiety, angst, violence, fighting, language, blood.

Summary: All the tension in Sanctum comes to a head, as the believers target the non believers, thanks to the red sun toxin.

a/n: it is 2:30 in the morning so technically it is friday! merry christmas to those that celebrate!!! ALSO IT’S THE SEASON 6 FINALE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL! HOW DO WE ONLY HAVE ONE SEASON LEFT?! I LITERALLY CAN’T BELIEVE IT! also pls pls pls tell me what you think about this chapter down below! okay, ily!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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The banging goes on for what feels like hours, though you're sure it’s significantly less than that.

Still, all of you stay huddled together in the center of the locked building, looking around at the structure, unease heavy in the air as you see the walls shake from the pounding. Bellamy raises his voice to be heard over the noise, “How much longer will this last?”

You warily eye the shaking walls and counter, “It'll last longer than these walls will!”

Nelson shifts beside you and then yells out, “Okay! We move together, firing all directions. Once we get to the stairs, we haul ass to the woods.”

You and Bellamy both turn to him in alarm, instantly arguing, “No way!”

“We're not leaving our people!”

Nelson sighs, but he nods, agreeing to stay with you. The pounding at the doors grows increasingly louder, almost deafening, and the doors shake hard, clearly on the verge of coming down. Bellamy reaches out and squeezes your hand as he says, “Here they come! Knock them out, we tie them up. If we take out enough, eventually they'll stop.”

All of you stand ready, prepared for the fight ahead, but the fight ahead never comes. Instead, everything goes dead silent, alarmingly quiet, the shouting now silenced, the banging on the walls finished. You look around in confusion, until the hairs on your arm start to lift, warning you of an impending danger. Behind you, Echo asks, “Is it over?”

You shake your head, sure that something back is about to happen, but you don't expect to see a gas can drop down from the top of the building, slipped through the cracks of the ventilation gate above you. The gas spreads quickly, you and Bellamy coughing as it hits you two first, and the effects on your body are instant. You feel exhausted, your body heavy, your eyes drowsy, and your limbs turn to jello, giving out beneath you. You collapse to the ground, darkness rapidly closing in around you until it is all you see, all you know, and you fall tumbling into it.

The first thing that comes back to you is the sound around you, the quiet murmur of voices wrapping around you before floating away. Your brain is still too groggy to process who is talking or what they’re saying, but you don't care, because the next thing you notice is the gag pulled tight around your head. Your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, your body still processing the gas used on you, and you pull your eyes open slowly, blinking against the dim light.

The world comes into focus quickly, your mind processing the sight in front of you, and you realize you’re in the tavern, sprawled out on the floor, your hands bound in front of you. You sit up, your eyes roaming across the people spread all around inside the room, and you look around frantically for the others. You’re sandwiched between Layla and Bellamy, both of them okay, and Miller is on Layla’s other side. Nelson, Octavia, and Echo are in the row behind you, everyone gagged and restrained the same way, everyone else awake.

A woman in a white robe, adorned with Becca’s symbol, glances at you as you look around, a serene expression on her face. “Good, you're all awake. Let's begin.”

She turns and pulls a knife off the table behind her, and a man comes to stand on her other side, a cup in his hand. She drops down in front of Layla, pulling down the gag, and the man holds the cup near Layla’s mouth as she asks, “Do you or do you not believe in the divinity of the Primes?”

Layla bites back, “You don't need a potion to find out my truth, witch. Primes are not gods, they are liars and murderers.”

The woman shakes her head with disappointment before slitting Layla’s throat without hesitation, killing her. You watch in horror as her body falls, and everyone in your group yells out, the sound muffled from the gags in your mouths. You turn to Bellamy, eyes wide with panic, and he looks back at you, equally worried. Your eyes drop to the knife holster at your side, praying your weapon will be there when you look, but your heart sinks in disappointment when you see that you are unarmed. You hear movement beside you and you watch as the woman drops in front of Miller, kneeling down in front of him and pulling the gag from his mouth. He instantly starts to beg, “You don't have to do this, we're not your enemy.”

“No, you're a disease, and this is the cure.” The cup is brought down and held in front of Miller’s mouth. “Your blood or the blood of Sanctum.”

Miller looks over at you and Bellamy, panicked, and knowing that the only way to live is to drink whatever is in the cup, you both nod, telling him to comply. He reluctantly takes a sip from the cup, and as the woman walks back to the next row, she whispers, “Good.”

She comes to a stop in front of Octavia, repeating the same process she did with Layla and Miller, but before she can ask her question, the door to the tavern swings open, and the people in the room start to kneel and whisper, “Blessed is Daniel. Blessed is Kaylee.”

You turn and watch as Emori and Murphy stride into the room, dressed to the nines, both of them looking incredible. Their hair is done, their make up is too, and they are wearing some of Sanctum’s finest clothes. They split apart, Murphy continuing down the natural aisle that the people have created, while Emori walks around the back of the group, towards you and Bellamy. Murphy glances over all of you and asks, “What is the meaning of this?”

The woman in front of Octavia looks up at them with a smile, “Blessed is Daniel. Blessed is Kaylee. Blessed are the Primes.”

Your brows pull together in confusion. Primes? You know Josephine bribed Murphy into helping her by offering him and Emori immortality, but you didn't think they’d be wiped and replaced by someone named Daniel or Kaylee. Kaylee looks down at the woman, exuding confidence. “Rise and explain yourself.”

She stands and quietly explains, “We are purifying Sanctum, Holiness, as so ordered by Russell Prime, hallowed be his name.”

The others in the room repeat, “Hallowed be his name.”

But Daniel cuts off their reverence, his voice loud and angry, “Russell is not here!”

Kaylee stops in front of Bellamy, her finger lifting to his chin, and you shift slightly, ready to fight for him if you need to. Daniel continues, “He abandoned you! We did not.”

Kaylee tilts Bellamy’s head to the side, towards Daniel, and as you follow the movement, your eyes land on him as he winks, letting you know he’s on your side. Letting you know they aren't Daniel and Kaylee, they’re still Murphy and Emori. Despite your anger at Murphy throughout the chaos of Josephine’s rise and fall to power, you’re relieved that he’s here now, and you’re relieved that he’s really him.

“Adjustments are for our flock. Why are the Earth people here?'' Emori looks at the woman, shaking her head, “You know what? Nevermind. We shall decide what to do with them.”

She looks over at Murphy, suggesting, “Let's take them to the palace.”

He nods his approval, and she turns to the guards that are lingering nearby, snapping her fingers and motioning to all of you, “Help them to their feet.”

The guards descend on all of you, pulling you to your feet, but when they go for Nelson, the woman snaps, “Not him. The Child of Gabriel stays.”

You step towards Nelson, having no intentions of leaving him behind, but Bellamy reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you back. You look at him in shock, trying to silently communicate that you have to save Nelson too, but he just shakes his head, pushing you in front of him until you fall in line with the others. You’re following Murphy and Emori out the door when they are suddenly stopped by a man, who pulls Murphy into an embrace, and pulls back just enough to press a passionate kiss to his lips. Murphy stands stiff, leaning away from the kiss, until the man pulls away and looks at him with heartbreak. You can't hear what Murphy says, but he pats the man on the shoulder before heading out the door again.

You all follow in an obedient line, and the second you’re outside and the tavern door is closed behind you, all of you pull the gags out of your mouths, ridding yourselves of the uncomfortable sensation. You fall out of line and walk in a small group instead, right behind your Prime friends, and you think of Clarke, running towards the palace the last time you saw her. “Where’s Clarke? And the others?”

Emori mutters back, “Space. There's only Jordan here now, he's our next stop.

“Just keep your eyes down and move calmly.” Murphy looks around at the smaller crowd that is still lingering outside the palace. “These people are still whacked out of their minds.”

From behind you, Miller weakly mutters, “Guys…”

You turn around just in time to see his legs start to give out beneath him, but you and Bellamy reach out and grab him, holding him steady. “It's the toxin.”

Emori motions towards the palace looming behind her, “We just have to get him to the palace. Gabriel's waiting, he'll know what to do.”

You nod and Murphy comes up beside you, taking your place to help support Miller back to the palace alongside Bellamy. As you turn back around, you see that the crowd has started to gather again, stalking towards all of you, looking pissed. “The Earth people! It's their fault Russell left us! Kill them!”

You scream at the others, “Run! Get to the palace!”

Everyone takes off running, and you run ahead of Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller, clearing a path to make sure they aren't stopped by anyone in the crowd. You punch a few people to keep them back, hoping it's enough to give you a head start to the palace, and the crowd grows angrier and more chaotic with each passing second. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear someone cry out behind you, and you turn and see Octavia at the top of the hill, locked in someone’s arms. You nudge Bellamy and Murphy ahead, onto the stairs, and Bellamy looks at you in alarm until you yell, “Go! We’ll catch up!”

They start half running, half dragging Miller up the stairs, and you quickly close the distance between you and Octavia. She sees you coming and tilts her head to the side, giving you an opening to punch the man in the face, knocking him back and away from her. You grab her hand and pull her after you, both of you tearing across the field and up the stairs. You’re the last two to reach the landing, and Gabriel frantically ushers you inside before closing the doors and locking them behind you. You and Octavia lean against them, catching your breath, but you both jump in shock when the crowd finally reaches the doors and starts to pound on them angrily.

Emori motions for you to all follow her down the hall, out of sight, and Gabriel starts to cut the restraints from your wrists quickly, pausing when he reaches you. “I saw Clarke. She was okay when they left, they still think she’s Josephine. Madi is with them too.”

“Thank you.”

He cuts your restraints, his eyes searching yours, and he looks like he has something else to say before he softly shakes his head and changes his mind. Instead he settles on, “My people?”

“Most of them are in the tavern still with Nelson, they wouldn't let us take them. Layla is dead, she refused to accept the Primes as divine.”

His expression drops, and you squeeze his hand in apology. He gives you half a smile, nodding once before motioning down the hall, “C’mon, Jordan has to be around here somewhere.”

You check a few empty rooms, full of nothing but dusty furniture and forgotten memories, until you reach a room at the end of one of the long halls, the quiet murmur of a voice on the other side. Gabriel passes Emori his knife, and she slides it between the door, flipping the lock up, before shoving the doors wide open. Her eyes search the room quickly, falling on a figure sitting cross legged on a bed nearby, and she yells, “He’s here!”

You all file into the room, and Murphy and Gabriel help Miller over to the other bed as you and Bellamy rush over to Jordan. His eyes are open, but his gaze is faraway, his expression blank. “Jordan, we're here. You're safe.”

He says nothing, does nothing, seemingly unaware of your presence at all. Bellamy waves his hand in front of the young man’s face. “Jordan?”

Gabriel finishes with Miller and comes to a stop beside Bellamy. “He's in too deep to respond.”

“Adjustment protocol?”

He nods in confirmation, and your eyes drop from his blank expression to the arms resting on his knees, palms up, blood dripping from a series of cuts on the top of his arms. A cup sits nearby, blood spread around the rim, a deep red liquid sitting inside the glass. “The blood of Sanctum is real blood?”

Gabriel answers, “Only partially. Simone predicted that the bloodletting would deepen the religious experience, but the psychoactive component is pure red sun toxin.”

You and Bellamy share a weirded out look, and as you set the cup back on the tray, you hear someone yell out as they run past you, “Help!”

You turn in time to see a man in white heading towards the door, but Octavia, who is standing nearby, hits him hard as he tries to run past, knocking him out. You give her an impressed look and she smiles in return, the exchange feeling so much like one you’d have when you were part of 100 delinquents on Earth, the memories nearly forgotten from all the changes you've both endured since. Gabriel looks down at the man, and mutters, “Looks like we found the adjuster.”

“I don't understand. We told them the truth, why are they still doing this?”

Octavia turns to her brother, the first one to answer his question, “If they accept the truth, their lives mean nothing. It's why I burnt the farm.”

The confession is impactful, a realization of who she was sliding into place, her motives making more sense to you now than they did then. Bellamy accepts the confession with a meaningful look to his sister, before she mutters, “Help me tie him up.”

As the two siblings tie the adjuster up, Gabriel digs around in his bag, thinking out loud as he does. “We can use that to save the people in the tavern. Cognitive dissonance. They'll believe anything if it reinforces what they want to be true, even that you're still Daniel Lee.”

He finally finds what he’s looking for, the doser for the red sun antitoxin, and he takes a huff of it before holding it out to Murphy, who looks at it in confusion. “Antitoxin again? Why?”

“The blood of Sanctum is more potent than what was in Russell's bomb. You take me in as a prisoner, then once we're inside the tavern-”

Murphy cuts him off, immediately shaking his head. “What? No, no, no, slow down. No way am I drinking that stuff.”

“They're killing nonbelievers. My friend who you left behind is one of them.”

Murphy walks closer to Gabriel, stopping when they're a few feet apart. “Look, I am sorry, but we stayed to save our friends, and we did that. We're all here. If I could help our people in space, I would, but this isn't our fight.”

Everyone else in the room is silent, seemingly on Murphy's side, no one eager at all to join Gabriel’s cause. But you think of the fact that Gabriel saved your twin, and killed the love of his life in the process, despite barely knowing you. Nelson agreed to march by your side to take down Sanctum, and he agreed to stay to help your friends when you were all locked inside that building. And Layla...Layla’s gone now, but she deserves more than to be locked in a room with a bunch of believers who have looked down on her her entire life, just because her blood is red. You step forward, Gabriel’s eyes shifting to you, and you meet his gaze. “This is our fight. It was never about just our people, it’s about Gabriel’s too. I’m going.”

You walk over and stand beside Gabriel, looking at your fiance with an expectant look, well aware of his desire to do better. You see worry flash over his features, and you know he doesn't want you to risk yourself, but before he can agree or disagree, Octavia speaks up. “I’m going too.”

Bellamy looks at her in shock, both his sister and his fiance heading back into the madness, and you see his expression change into one of resignation, well aware that he’s going too. He smiles a little at Octavia, repeating her words from a tent in the middle of the desert while all of you were on the brink of war. “Side by side. Like it was meant to be.”

She smiles at him, and he stands, holding out his hand to her, the gesture meaning much more than just a hand up. It’s a peace offering, and apology, an agreement to forgive each other and start to heal. You smile at them both, happy to see that you were right all along, and that they would be okay. She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet, both of them walking over to you, and as they do, one more voice pipes up, “I guess it's time to do better.”

You all turn to face Echo, accepting her as part of the team too, and the group finishes up with Emori, who steps in front of Gabriel. “Kaylee Prime at your service.”

“Emori-”

She cuts off her boyfriend, turning to face him with a smile, “John, it's okay. Someone needs to stay behind and look after Miller and Jordan.”

“Excuse me, sorry.” You all turn to look at Gabriel, a sheepish expression on his face. “Kaylee was against the adjustment protocol, it's why they believed it when you took them all away. It has to be Daniel.”

Gabriel again offers the antitoxin to Murphy, who stares at it and then Emori before sighing. “Fine, but if I die, you're bringing me back.”

Gabriel counters with a smile, “No, I'm not.”

“At least lie to me.”

Murphy and Emori exchange a kiss before he inhales the antitoxin, and you all follow Gabriel out of the room, hearing Emori close the doors behind you. Gabriel gathers all of you in the hall, his voice a hushed whisper in case anyone is listening in, “Murphy takes me as a prisoner to the tavern, and we'll both take part in the adjustment. We’ll get control of the inside, and you four will take control of the outside, making sure no one else gets inside. Got it?”

You all nod, letting him know you do, and he mutters, “Good. There’s a tunnel that will lead you outside, and you can use it to stay out of sight. Murphy and I will go out the front door.”

With everyone in agreement, you break apart, Murphy and Gabriel heading for the palace doors, and the rest of you entering the tunnel that Gabriel points out. You find it easily and slip inside, running through the dark passageway until you reach a door that spits you outside, on the side of the palace. Echo motions for all of you to follow her, whispering something about how she knows a spot, and you stick to the darkness of the shadows as you move through Sanctum, careful to keep away from curious eyes.

Echo leads you to a building with a ladder to the top, all of you ascending and getting into position just in time to see Murphy walk up to the doors of the tavern with a knife held to Gabriel’s throat. He yells, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening, an adjustment for the demon Gabriel himself!”

The guard at the tavern door knocks, and the door swings open, revealing the adjuster woman from before. Murphy asks, “Got room for one more?”

The woman glares at Gabriel before bowing slightly to Murphy, stepping aside for him to come inside. “Right this way, Holiness.”

They all disappear into the tavern, the doors swinging firmly shit behind them, and Echo stares at the building, her voice quietly reminding all of you, “As soon as someone else knocks on that door, they'll know we took the tavern. Gabriel and Murphy control the inside, we make sure no one else gets inside. If that happens, it'll be on 30 on 4.”

Octavia turns to Echo with a smirk, seemingly burying a lot of her hatchets today. “I like our chances.”

The four of you watch for a few minutes, giving Murphy and Gabriel time to take control, but as you do, the woman adjuster from before comes running out of the tavern, pulling a lock down on the door as she does, locking everyone inside from the outside. She turns to the gathered crowd and yells, “We purify Sanctum through fire! Get the fuel! Soak it down! Together, we send the demon and his false prophet to hell!”

All four of you exchange a look of alarm before you run to the ladder, scrambling down it as fast as you can, not a single plan in mind. All you know is that you can't let them burn the tavern down with Murphy and Gabriel inside. You push through the crowd, stopping a few feet from the woman, a torch now firmly held in her hand. You feel Bellamy, Echo, and Octavia all settle around you, giving you the confidence to glare at the woman. “Leave the torch and back away.”

She doesn't move, her glare now set on you, and Octavia shifts from beside you and adds, “Those are your people in there, help us save them.”

“That's what we're doing.” Her grin sends a chill down your spine, and you can tell she wholeheartedly believes what she’s saying. “Their sacrifice will be a blessing to us all.”

She turns back towards the tavern, prepared to burn it down, and you reach out and grab her shoulder, “Can't let you do that.”

She spins around, swinging the torch towards you, and you dodge it before knocking it out of her hand and into the dirt, away from the fuel. The move sets everything else into motion, and the other believers around the 4 of you start to attack. You can hear your friends fighting back, keeping them away from the fire. The woman tries to swing a punch towards you, but you’re able to grab her fist and stop it, almost shocked at how awful her fighting skills are. You twist her arm and she lets out a cry of pain, and you punch her with your free hand, hard enough that it knocks her out.

You turn around and prepare for the next fight, a large man lumbering towards you, his expression angry. You run at him, ducking beneath his punch, swinging out a punch of your own as you stay low, hitting him between the legs. He lets out a yelp and you swipe his feet from beneath him, giving him one solid kick to the head, knocking him out too. As you turn to fight the next man, Octavia points to someone in the corner of your vision, “I got these guys! Go for the torches! Keep them away from the tavern!”

You turn and see the earlier torch still burning on the ground, and you run over and swipe it up, dunking it in a nearby barrel of water, extinguishing the flame. Before you can search for another torch, someone grabs you from behind, wrapping their arms around you and pinning your own arms at your side. You kick and flail, but it doesn't help, so you lean your head forwards before swinging it back, hearing the person's nose crack as your skull makes contact with it. They drop you from their arms, and you turn and watch a man grab at his nose, moaning in pain, blood gushing between his fingers. You deliver a solid kick to his chest, knocking him back, keeping him away from you.

You hear Bellamy call out your name, and you look up as he holds up a torch, a few people in between the two of you, blocking his way. “Catch!”

He throws the torch towards you, the handle staying level as it flies through the air, and you catch it and put it out in one swift movement, another torch extinguished. You take out three more people on your way to Bellamy, before the both of you fight side by side, taking out the believers with ease. You see Echo extinguish two more torches, and as you look around for other torches to take out, you hear a voice yell, “For the glory and the grace of the Primes!”

You spin towards the source of the voice, the woman adjuster from earlier, who now stands near the tavern, dumping fuel over her head. You watch in horror, too stunned to do anything else, and she quickly grabs the nearest torch and holds it to her skirt, her body instantly erupting in flames. She starts to run towards the tavern, intending to use herself as the match to burn it all down, but Octavia, who is closest to her, runs at her, knocking her to the ground and away from the building.

Your muscles unfreeze as you watch Octavia stumble and roll, her jacket on fire, and you and Bellamy take off running towards her as she pulls her jacket off and puts out the fire. As you pass Echo, Bellamy mutters, “Echo, check on the others.”

She nods, and you continue to Octavia, coming to a stop in front of her, anxiously looking her over for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

She nods, and the two siblings exchange a quick hug as the doors to the tavern open. You all turn and watch Murphy and Gabriel stride out of the building, looking at the collection of knocked out bodies that lay scattered around the area. Murphy looks back at Gabriel with a smirk. “Show offs.”

All of you start to walk towards each other, and Bellamy motions to the surrounding hills. “I counted at least a dozen runners. Watch all sides of the tavern in case they come back.”

Beside Octavia, a man starts to get up, clearly ready to attack again, so she spins around and kicks him in the face, knocking him out for a second time. When she does, her back, which has been covered up until this point, is now on display, a swirl of symbols tattooed onto her skin. A tattoo that clearly none of you recognize, because you all just stare in shock. Gabriel mutters, “When did you get that?”

She turns back around, taking in your shocked expressions, trying to peek over her shoulder at her back. “What? What is it?”

Gabriel closes the space between them, his hand closing on her shoulder “May I?”

She nods, and he turns her around, brushing her hair out of the way to get a better look at the tattoo. There's a small smile on his face, one that indicates he knows more than he’s letting on, and Bellamy sees it too because he asks, “Have you seen that before?”

“The tattoo? No. But I've been studying it for 150 years. We call it the Anomaly Stone, you must have gotten it on the other side.” His hand slides down her shoulder to her forearm, turning her so she looks at him. “Still think you were gone for only a few seconds?”

Echo whispers, “It's beautiful, but what does it mean?”

“Good question.”

Octavia looks up at him, meeting Gabriel’s eyes, her voice a quiet whisper of realization, “It means I have to go back.”

The next few hours are slow and full of anxiety as you wait and hope that Clarke and your friends are able to stop the other Primes and save everyone on the Eligius mothership. But as you wait, you take out any other believers that wake up or try to return and cause trouble, though most of them just wake up, already weaning out of their toxin induced state.

Gabriel checks on them the best he can, making sure they’re okay, and in between patients, he sketches Octavia’s tattoo with a smile on his face. Murphy heads back to the palace to check on Emori, Miller, and Jordan, and the rest of you hang out near the tavern, making sure it stays safe. At some point you wander into the tavern alone, in search of your Grounder knife, the object meaning more to you than you care to admit. It’s different from the moon necklace you always wear, and the Iliad with the note from Bellamy scribbled on the first page, but it’s still a memento, a reminder of who you are. At least for now. It is Wanlida’s knife, the knife of a killer, but maybe one day, it will become just a knife again. Nothing more, nothing less.

As you search around the room, stepping around the toxin stunned people that fell victim to the adjustment protocol, you let out a huff of frustration, no sign of your knife anywhere.

“Are you looking for this?”

You jump, startled, and turn around to see Gabriel walking towards you, your knife held up in his hand. You smile, taking it as he offers it to you. “Yes, thank you.”

The two of you stand there, awkward for a minute, until your gaze falls on the spot that Layla once sat in, her blood stain still on the concrete. Her body is now outside, covered with a sheet, awaiting a proper burial, and Nelson is with her, still recovering from his adjustment. Gabriel follows your gaze and you see his face change before he whispers, “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Something about the tone of his voice makes you look towards him, his expression one of regret. It makes your stomach drop and anxiety prickle along your skin, hyperaware that his expression is not a good sign. “What? What is it?”

“Your mother…” You feel your knees start to shake, like your body knows what’s coming before you do. “Russell used her as a host for Simone. Your mother is dead.”

And just like that, your knees give out. Gabriel catches you before you hit the floor, and you see his mouth moving, saying something to you, but your brain doesn't process anything. All you hear is the roaring of blood in your ears, muffling everything else. Your vision blurs, blinded by tears, and you swear you hear a wailing sound, something akin to heartbreak, and it takes you a while to realize it’s coming from you. At some point, Bellamy runs into the room, attracted by your sounds of grief, no doubt, and Gabriel must explain the situation to him before you are passed over to him, scooped up in your fiance’s arms and carried up the stairs and into your shared bedroom.

Bellamy lays you gently in the bed, before he crawls in beside you and pulls you into his arms, and you cry as he hums Clair de lune to you, his hands rubbing comforting circles over your back. He understands your pain, because you are now in the same position he is. You are an orphan. Your mother is gone, your father is gone, both of them dead before you could say goodbye. And now, you and Clarke are the last of the Griffin line, besides Madi, left in this world without a mom or a dad to help you. And just like Sanctum, you once had two suns in your life, your mom and Madi. Except now, with your mother gone, one of your suns has burned out, taking some of the light of the world with her.

The loss is devastating, punctuated by the fact that though your relationship was no longer rocky like it was in the beginning, you had grown distant from your mother. You spent six years apart from her, a time in which she went through things you could never understand, a time in which she developed a drug habit to cope with her pain. And after everything, the bunker, the war for Shallow Valley, discovering a new planet; you barely saw her on Sanctum, your mother too focused in her quest to save Kane. A quest that now will no longer be carried out by her. Your heart hurts at the thought that you didn’t get to tell her goodbye, or that you loved her, so many words left unsaid. All you can hope for now, is that she’s at peace, scattered amongst the stars with your father, both of them reunited again.

You end up falling asleep for a while, and you wake up to Gabriel and Bellamy quietly talking near the entrance to your room. You sit up, wiping your eyes, staring at the two men, and Gabriel looks at you before muttering, “We leave when the others return, if you change your mind.”

Bellamy nods and closes the door behind him, coming to sit on the bed beside you, giving you a sad smile. “How are you feeling?”

You ignore him and counter, “What was that about?”

“What?”

“Gabriel said ‘if you change your mind, we leave when the others return’. What is he talking about?”

Bellamy sighs, “Gabriel and Octavia are heading back to his camp to investigate the connection between the Anomaly Stone and the tattoo on Octavia’s back. Echo already volunteered to go, but he invited us to go with him too. I told him we were going to stay here."

"I want to go."

"What?"

Bellamy looks at you in confusion and you repeat, "I want to go."

"You just found out about your mom."

"Which is why I want to go. It's too much right now, too much to process. And being here, in Sanctum, where I almost lost Clarke and I did lose my mother...I can't take it. I want to get away, even if it's just for a few days. I want to distract myself with the complexities of whatever the hell this Anomaly Stone is. I just want to go."

He nods, understanding, before whispering, "I'll tell Gabriel we changed our mind."

He starts to stand and leave, but you realize there's still part of your question he didn't answer. You reach out and grab his hand, stopping him. "Wait, he said ‘when the others get back'."

"Oh." Bellamy smiles at you, “The transport ship was seen landing in the field a few minutes ago, so Clarke and the others should be here soon."

You jump into action as soon as the words leave his mouth, off the bed and to the door before he even realizes. You tug him behind you, down the stairs and into the tavern, and then out the door and across Sanctum, towards the palace. You look around, no reunions currently being held, meaning they must not be back yet, but you do spot Gabriel and walk over to him. He and Bellamy talk, and Bellamy tells him the two of you are going with him, but you don't pay them any attention, your eyes firmly locked on the stairs that lead into Sanctum. Finally, just when you start to think you should go search for them yourself, you see heads start to crest over the hill, walking up the stairs to level ground.

You take off running before anyone can stop you, your eyes locked on Clarke and Madi, who are at the front, hands locked, looking around for you. When you are halfway to them, Madi spots you and breaks her hold on Clarke's hand before she starts running towards you, the two of you colliding in a hug. You laugh as the two of you squeeze each other tight, relieved and full of joy to be reunited. Clarke comes running up a second later, and you let go of Madi to greet her, tears rising in both of your eyes as soon as you lock gazes. Clarke tucks her head into the crook of your shoulder, her familiar place, a bracelet on her wrist twinkling as she lifts her arm to wrap around you. You almost smile, the stars now returned to their rightful place, until you remember why both of you are crying. Your mom is dead. Clarke pulls away to look at you, her voice quiet, cracked with grief when she whispers, "I had to kill her, it wasn't her anymore."

"I know."

"She was floated." She doesn't say the second part of her sentence, though you hear it in your heart. Just like dad. Tears spill down your faces, and she adds, "I tried to do better. I did, and then I lost mom. Tell me it was worth it."

You grab her hand, squeezing tight, both of your bracelets shaking from the movement. "It was. We did. We did better. I have to believe that matters."

She nods, and you see her gaze shift to someone over your shoulder, seconds before he walks up beside you. Clarke and Bellamy exchange a hug, and he whispers his condolences to her, offering her the comfort that only a best friend can. You watch them, and Madi slips her hand into yours, as all around you reunions are occurring. Jackson and Miller stand nearby kissing, Raven is squeezed in between a Murphy and Emori group hug, Indra and Gaia are standing side by side. Reunions are held amongst the dead and dying, the people of Sanctum still suffering in pain, the chaos of the night before not forgotten. A chaos that you are eager to leave behind, your grief tied to it, both of them twisted together into a painful little present.

You brief Clarke on the Anomaly Stone mission and invite her to come along, and though she understands your need for escape, because it was an escape she previously went on, she tells you that she wants to stay behind this time, and make sure that Sanctum starts to pick up the pieces from the night before.

Wonkru is now awake, along with the Eligius prisoners, and she promises that all of you will come back to a village working together in harmony, all three groups united. Before you leave, Clarke takes out all the stitches from your Earth injuries, save for the ones on your calf, which still needs more time to heal. The rest of your Earth injuries though, along with Bellamy’s, have started to fade, forming scars that tell the stories of all the pain you’ve endured. You and Bellamy briefly admire your matching scars, etched into your left shoulders, before an antsy Gabriel interrupts you, eager to leave Sanctum behind.

You, Bellamy, Octavia, Gabriel, and Echo all head back to Gabriel’s camp together, exchanging stories of what all of you have missed. Octavia tells your group about being left behind, finding Diyoza, eventually finding Gabriel, and then losing Diyoza to the Anomaly, herself coming out okay. You tell Octavia what she missed in Sanctum after her banishment, including your kidnapping by the Children of Gabriel. Bellamy takes over and tells all of you about the confrontation with Josephine and how he got her outside the shield before they too were taken by the Children of Gabriel. Echo tells all of you what you missed after that, including Madi succumbing to Sheidheda’s influence and stabbing Jordan, nearly watching everyone burn at the stake until they agreed to harvest bone marrow from Madi, your mom turning herself into Nightblood to save Madi, and eventually your mom becoming Simone’s next host. She also tells you that while you were gone, they all found out that Kane died. He survived his procedure into a new host, but he floated his new body, along with the Nightblood Serum, just so the Primes couldn't have it.

You and the Blake siblings take the information hard, all of you having regarded Kane as a father figure at one point or another. But you are the first one to package your grief for Kane into an arrow and send it flying back to Sanctum to join the rest of your grief that you are steadily trying to outrun. Before you know it, you make it back to Gabriel’s camp, and he leads you all inside of the tent, motioning for you to gather around as he pulls the rubber panels that make up the floor away, tossing them to the side, revealing an old hatch. “I have to tell you I'm very excited about this. I've been studying those symbols since we found the stone, we built the camp here because of it.”

He lifts the hatch, revealing a short ladder into the ground, and he climbs down inside. All of you file down the ladder after him, standing at the base of it, staring at the object hidden from the world beneath this camp. It’s a large ball, made of metal, designed in the same swirl on Octavia’s back. The entire thing is covered in different symbols, and somehow, the ball is floating, supported by nothing. All four of you stare it in shock, not believing what you’re seeing, and Gabriel just smiles at you, glad you’re just as enamored as he is. Octavia whispers, “The tattoo.”

Gabriel walks towards the stone, Octavia right behind him, as he says, “It's thousands of years old. We have no idea who made it or what generates the magnetic field that holds it up, but we're pretty sure it's what sucks in all the radio signals.”

You peer at the stone, all of the symbols one color. But the tattoo on Octavia’s back has black symbols intermixed with red ones, and you whisper your realization, “Some of the symbols on her back are red, it's a code.”

“Very good. We're about to find out what it's for.” Gabriel holds his hand out to Octavia, “May I see the drawing, please?”

She pulls the drawing of the tattoo from her pocket, passing it to him, and he unfolds it, searching the stone for each of the red symbols, and then touching them with two fingers, the symbol humming beneath his touch. As he works, Bellamy asks, “What happens if you're right?”

“I filled 100 notebooks with possible answers to that question.” He comes to a stop in front of the last signal, now standing beside Octavia. He turns to her, a small smile on his face. “The last symbol in the series is called an octonion. Advanced mathematics way above my head, but I don't think it's a coincidence you share a name. Please, it should be you.”

He gestures to the symbol, and she hesitates for a second before touching it, the symbol humming beneath Octavia’s touch. With the last symbol entered, you all stand waiting, staring at the stone in search of what’s going to happen next. Except, nothing happens, the moment stretching on for too long, and Gabriel’s face falls as he looks down at the sketched out tattoo again. “No, no, no, no, no. It can't be right, we must have got something wrong.”

As he turns to look at Octavia, a low rumble starts to shake the ground above, a sound not unnoticed by your fiance. He holds up his hand to Gabriel, gesturing for him to stop talking. “Quiet.”

All of you stand perfectly still, the rumbling growing increasingly louder, a strange green glow coming from the ground above the hatch. Gabriel looks up with a smile, the paper in his hand slipping from his grip, floating to the ground. “Oh, my God. I knew it.”

He bolts past all of you and heads up the ladder incredibly fast, and all of you scurry after him, trying to keep up. When you get into the tent, it is flapping and shaking like you're in the middle of a windstorm, and a bright green light surrounds everything, casting an eerie glow. The sound is almost deafening, and you yell to be heard above it, “What the hell is this?”

Octavia just ominously whispers, “She's here.”

You look at her, taking note of the shocked expression on her face, very different from the confused expression on your own. She starts to walk forward slowly, and you hear a high pitched whine from the mouth of the tent, seconds before a figure starts to step inside. It's a girl, not much older than you are, her hair done up in two buns. She has symbols like the ones tattooed on Octavia back, except hers are on her face, etched across her cheeks and forehead. Octavia laughs when she sees the girl, a sound of happy shock, and she says, “Hope.”

You all look at Octavia, wondering what the hell is going on, and the girl, Hope, answers, “I couldn't get out of it, he has my mother. I'm so sorry, Octavia.”

They embrace, pulling each other into a hug, one that seems stiff and awkward, and Bellamy watches on, his anxiety growing. He yells, “Octavia, what's happening?”

Octavia leans up and whispers something in the girl’s ear, the words lost to all of you over the roar of whatever is happening around you, and as soon as she finishes talking, they pull apart. Hope steps backwards, a knife in her hand, the tip coated in blood, and Echo yells, “Knife!”

The pieces fall together, and you and Bellamy look at O, who starts to fall backwards, clutching her side. Bellamy catches her, his voice worried as he mutters, “O.”

Echo runs over to Hope and restrains her, along with Gabriel, as Bellamy holds his sister in his arms, you right at their side. You reach out to Octavia, pulling her layers aside to get a look at the wound, and as you do, you hear another high pitch whine, seconds before a bright green cloud slides into the tent, washing over Octavia and then pulling away. As the green glow subsides, you and Bellamy stare at his now empty arms, his sister carried off by the bright beam of light. You look up at each other, sharing a look of disbelief, trying to confirm that you both saw the impossible. He looks back down at his shaking hands, her blood covering one of them, evidence that Octavia was here, and then he turns and heads for the exit of the tent looking for her. You follow him outside, Hope collapsing as you walk past, but you ignore her, following your fiance out into the woods, the bright green light subsiding, returning back to where it came from.

The woods outside are empty, devoid of any sign of Octavia, no blood, no clothing, no nothing left behind as proof that she was out here. Bellamy spins in place, tears falling down his cheeks, his voice breaking with worried desperation as he yells, “Octavia! Octavia! Octavia!”

And there’s nothing for you to do but watch as the love of your life falls apart, finally understanding the grief you felt when you lost Clarke.

Dropping to his knees, Bellamy starts to cry, a broken man now without the only blood family that he had left.

The last of the Blake line,

frantically falling apart,

alone.

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How Exactly Do You Catch Covid-19? There Is a Growing Consensus

Six months into the coronavirus crisis, there’s a growing consensus about a central question: How do people become infected?

It’s not common to contract Covid-19 from a contaminated surface, scientists say. And fleeting encounters with people outdoors are unlikely to spread the coronavirus.

Instead, the major culprit is close-up, person-to-person interactions for extended periods. Crowded events, poorly ventilated areas and places where people are talking loudly—or singing, in one famous case—maximize the risk.

These emerging findings are helping businesses and governments devise reopening strategies to protect public health while getting economies going again. That includes tactics like installing plexiglass barriers, requiring people to wear masks in stores and other venues, using good ventilation systems and keeping windows open when possible.

Two recent large studies showed that wide-scale lockdowns—stay-at-home orders, bans on large gatherings and business closures—prevented millions of infections and deaths around the world. Now, with more knowledge in hand, cities and states can deploy targeted interventions to keep the virus from taking off again, scientists and public-health experts said.

That means better protections for nursing-home residents and multigenerational families living in crowded conditions, they said. It also means stressing physical distancing and masks, and reducing the number of gatherings in enclosed spaces.

“We should not be thinking of a lockdown, but of ways to increase physical distance,” said Tom Frieden, chief executive of Resolve to Save Lives, a nonprofit public-health initiative. “This can include allowing outside activities, allowing walking or cycling to an office with people all physically distant, curbside pickup from stores, and other innovative methods that can facilitate resumption of economic activity without a rekindling of the outbreak.”

The group’s reopening recommendations include widespread testing, contact tracing and isolation of people who are infected or exposed.

A Recipe for Infection

Getting the Covid-19 virus involves three steps.

Coughing, talking and breathing creates virus-carrying droplets of various sizes.

Enough virus has to make itself over to you or build up around you over time to trigger an infection.

The virus has to make its way into your respiratory tract and use the ACE-2 receptors there to enter cells and replicate.

virus

CELL

ace-2

Coughing, talking and breathing creates virus-carrying droplets of various sizes.

Enough virus has to make itself over to you or build up around you over time to trigger an infection.

The virus has to make its way into your respiratory tract and use the ACE-2 receptors there to enter cells and replicate.

virus

CELL

ace-2

Coughing, talking and breathing creates virus-carrying droplets of various sizes.

Enough virus has to make itself over to you or build up around you over time to trigger an infection.

The virus has to make its way into your respiratory tract and use the ACE-2 receptors there to enter cells and replicate.

virus

CELL

ace-2

Coughing, talking and breathing creates virus-carrying droplets of various sizes.

Enough virus has to make itself over to you or build up around you over time to trigger an infection.

The virus has to make its way into your respiratory tract and use the ACE-2 receptors there to enter cells and replicate.

virus

CELL

ace-2

One important factor in transmission is that seemingly benign activities like speaking and breathing produce respiratory bits of varying sizes that can disperse along air currents and potentially infect people nearby.

Health agencies have so far identified respiratory-droplet contact as the major mode of Covid-19 transmission. These large fluid droplets can transfer virus from one person to another if they land on the eyes, nose or mouth. But they tend to fall to the ground or on other surfaces pretty quickly.

Some researchers say the new coronavirus can also be transmitted through aerosols, or minuscule droplets that float in the air longer than large droplets. These aerosols can be directly inhaled.

That’s what may have happened at a restaurant in Guangzhou, China, where an infected diner who was not yet ill transmitted the virus to five others sitting at adjacent tables. Ventilation in the space was poor, with exhaust fans turned off, according to one study looking at conditions in the restaurant.

Aerosolized virus from the patient’s breathing or speaking could have built up in the air over time and strong airflow from an air-conditioning unit on the wall may have helped recirculate the particles in the air, according to authors of the study, which hasn’t yet been peer-reviewed.

Sufficient ventilation in the places people visit and work is very important, said Yuguo Li, one of the authors and an engineering professor at the University of Hong Kong. Proper ventilation—such as forcing air toward the ceiling and pumping it outside, or bringing fresh air into a room—dilutes the amount of virus in a space, lowering the risk of infection.

A gym in Chino Hills, Calif., on June 12.

Photo: Will Lester/Orange County Register/Zuma Press

Another factor is prolonged exposure. That’s generally defined as 15 minutes or more of unprotected contact with someone less than 6 feet away, said John Brooks, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s chief medical officer for the Covid-19 response. But that is only a rule of thumb, he cautioned. It could take much less time with a sneeze in the face or other intimate contact where a lot of respiratory droplets are emitted, he said.

Superspreaders

At a March 10 church choir practice in Washington state, 87% of attendees were infected, said Lea Hamner, an epidemiologist with the Skagit County public-health department and lead author of a study on an investigation that warned about the potential for “superspreader” events, in which one or a small number of people infect many others.

Members of the choir changed places four times during the 2½-hour practice, were tightly packed in a confined space and were mostly older and therefore more vulnerable to illness, she said. All told, 53 of 61 attendees at the practice were infected, including at least one person who had symptoms. Two died.

Several factors conspired, Ms. Hamner said. When singing, people can emit many large and small respiratory particles. Singers also breathe deeply, increasing the chance they will inhale infectious particles.

Similar transmission dynamics could be at play in other settings where heavy breathing and loud talking are common over extended periods, like gyms, musical or theater performances, conferences, weddings and birthday parties. Of 61 clusters of cases in Japan between Jan. 15 and April 4, many involved heavy breathing in close proximity, such as karaoke parties, cheering at clubs, talking in bars and exercising in gyms, according to a recent study in the journal Emerging Infectious Diseases.

The so-called attack rate—the percentage of people who were infected in a specific place or time—can be very high in crowded events, homes and other spaces where lots of people are in close, prolonged contact.

An estimated 10% of people with Covid-19 are responsible for about 80% of transmissions, according to a study published recently in Wellcome Open Research. Some people with the virus may have a higher viral load, or produce more droplets when they breathe or speak, or be in a confined space with many people and bad ventilation when they’re at their most infectious point in their illness, said Jamie Lloyd-Smith, a University of California, Los Angeles professor who studies the ecology of infectious diseases.

But overall, “the risk of a given infected person transmitting to people is pretty low,” said Scott Dowell, a deputy director overseeing the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation’s Covid-19 response. “For every superspreading event you have a lot of times when nobody gets infected.”

The attack rate for Covid-19 in households ranges between 4.6% and 19.3%, according to several studies. It was higher for spouses, at 27.8%, than for other household members, at 17.3%, in one study in China.

Rosanna Diaz with her son Tomas.

Photo: Rosanna Diaz

Rosanna Diaz lives in a three-bedroom apartment in New York City with five other family members. The 37-year-old stay-at-home mother was hospitalized with a stroke on April 18 that her doctors attributed to Covid-19, and was still coughing when she went home two days later.

She pushed to get home quickly, she said, because her 4-year-old son has autism and needed her. She kept her distance from family members, covered her mouth when coughing and washed her hands frequently. No one else in the apartment has fallen ill, she said. “Nobody went near me when I was sick,” she said.

Being outside is generally safer, experts say, because viral particles dilute more quickly. But small and large droplets pose a risk even outdoors, when people are in close, prolonged contact, said Linsey Marr, a Virginia Tech environmental engineering professor who studies airborne transmission of viruses.

No one knows for sure how much virus it takes for someone to become infected, but recent studies offer some clues. In one small study published recently in the journal Nature, researchers were unable to culture live coronavirus if a patient’s throat swab or milliliter of sputum contained less than one million copies of viral RNA.

Air travel is full of opportunities for coronavirus transmission. Touchless check-in, plexiglass shields, temperature checks, back-to-front boarding and planes with empty middle seats are all now part of the flying experience, and the future may bring even more changes. Illustration: Alex Kuzoian

“Based on our experiment, I would assume that something above that number would be required for infectivity,” said Clemens Wendtner, one of the study’s lead authors and head of the department of infectious diseases and tropical medicine at München Klinik Schwabing, a teaching hospital at the Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich.

He and his colleagues found samples from contagious patients with virus levels up to 1,000 times that, which could help explain why the virus is so infectious in the right conditions: It may take much lower levels of virus than what’s found in a sick patient to infect someone else.

Changing policies

Based on this emerging picture of contagion, some policies are changing. The standard procedure for someone who tests positive is to quarantine at home. Some cities are providing free temporary housing and social services where people who are infected can stay on a voluntary basis, to avoid transmitting the virus to family members.

The CDC recently urged Americans to keep wearing masks and maintaining a distance from others as states reopen. “The more closely you interact with others, the longer the interaction lasts, the greater the number of people involved in the interaction, the higher the risk of Covid-19 spread,” said Jay Butler, the CDC’s Covid-19 response incident manager.

If the number of Covid-19 cases starts to rise dramatically as states reopen, “more extensive mitigation efforts such as what were implemented back in March may be needed again,” a decision that would be made locally, he said.

CDC guidelines for employers whose workers are returning include requiring masks, limiting use of public transit and elevators to reduce exposure, and prohibiting hugs, handshakes and fist-bumps. The agency also suggested replacing communal snacks, water coolers and coffee pots with prepacked, single-serve items, and erecting plastic partitions between desks closer than 6 feet apart.

A crowd gathered at a bar in Columbus, Ohio, on May 15.

Photo: Doral Chenoweth/The Columbus Dispatch/Associated Press

Current CDC workplace guidelines don’t talk about distribution of aerosols, or small particles, in a room, said Lisa Brosseau, a respiratory-protection consultant for the University of Minnesota’s Center for Infectious Disease Research and Policy.

“Aerosol transmission is a scary thing,” she said. “That’s an exposure that’s hard to manage and it’s invisible.” Ensuring infected individuals stay home is important, she said, but that can be difficult due to testing constraints. So additional protocols to interrupt spread, like social distancing in workspaces and providing N95 respirators or other personal protective equipment, might be necessary as well, she said.

Some scientists say while aerosol transmission does occur, it doesn’t explain most infections. In addition, the virus doesn’t appear to spread widely through the air.

“If this were transmitted mainly like measles or tuberculosis, where infectious virus lingered in the airspace for a long time, or spread across large airspaces or through air-handling systems, I think you would be seeing a lot more people infected,” said the CDC’s Dr. Brooks.

SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS

What public-health measures do you think are called for? Join the conversation below.

Sampling the air in high-traffic areas regularly could help employers figure out who needs to get tested, said Donald Milton, professor of environmental and occupational health at the University of Maryland School of Public Health.

“Let’s say you detect the virus during lunchtime on Monday in a dining hall,” he said. “You could then reach out to people who were there during that time telling them that they need to get tested.”

Erin Bromage, a University of Massachusetts Dartmouth associate professor of biology, has been fielding questions from businesses, court systems and even therapists after a blog post he wrote titled “The Risks—Know Them—Avoid Them” went viral.

Courts are trying to figure out how to reconvene safely given that juries normally sit close together, with attorneys speaking to them up close, Dr. Bromage said. Therapists want to be able to hold in-person counseling sessions again. And businesses are trying to figure out what types of cleaning and disease-prevention methods in which to invest most heavily.

He advises that while wiping down surfaces and putting in hand-sanitizer stations in workplaces is good, the bigger risks are close-range face-to-face interactions, and having lots of people in an enclosed space for long periods. High-touch surfaces like doorknobs are a risk, but the virus degrades quickly so other surfaces like cardboard boxes are less worrisome, he said. “Surfaces and cleaning are important, but we shouldn’t be spending half of our budget on it when they may be having only a smaller effect,” he said.

Plexiglass dividers at the Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas on June 4.

Photo: Joe Buglewicz/Bloomberg News

Drugmaker Eli Lilly & Co. has a medical advisory panel that’s reading the latest literature on viral transmission, which it is using to develop recommendations for bringing back the company’s own workers safely.

To go into production facilities, some of which are in operation now, scientists must don multiple layers of personal protective equipment, including gloves, masks, goggles and coveralls. That’s not abnormal for drug-development settings, said Lilly Chief Scientific Officer Daniel Skovronsky. “The air is extensively filtered. There’s lots of protection,” he said.

The places he worries about are the break rooms, locker rooms and security checkpoints, where people interact. Those are spaces where the company has instituted social-distancing measures by staggering the times they are open and how many people can be there at once. Only a few cafeterias are open, and those that are have socially distanced seating. In bathrooms, only half the stalls are available to cut down on the number of people.

“We’ll never be more open than state guidelines,” Dr. Skovronsky said, but “we’re often finding ourselves being more restrictive because we’re following the numbers.”

—Adam Falk contributed to this article.

Write to Daniela Hernandez at [email protected], Sarah Toy at [email protected] and Betsy McKay at [email protected]

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