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@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@ When she didn't answer, May began pacing and muttering --- whether to herself or
 
 Guōweī. The assassin. The one who had killed Qoheleth in the middle of his speech. A quick prowl through eir memories lined the face up with the name.
 
-Eventually, True Name's shoulders sagged and she stumbled down from the trees, Ioan and May both watching her, wide-eyed. She kept walking past the trail, down onto muddy beech, then out into the water. The short waves lapped up against her legs, soaking her slacks, and still she kept walking until it had made its way nearly up to her thighs., and then she screamed.
+Eventually, True Name's shoulders sagged and she stumbled down from the trees, Ioan and May both watching her, wide-eyed. She kept walking past the trail, down onto muddy beech, then out into the water. The short waves lapped up against her legs, soaking her slacks, and still she kept walking until it had made its way nearly up to her thighs, and then she screamed.
 
 It wasn't a shout, no words were behind it. It was a scream of pure, unrestrained emotion, though whether anger, fear, frustration, or something else, ey could not guess.