FINAL CONFRONTATION.

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The Winchester House looms before you, the barrier that kept everything in - the time stop that Dog placed over the area - now thin as a single pane of transparent glass, Solomon still clearly outside the house frozen in the same position he was on the tapes.

The minutes tick by - and the barrier slowly gets thinner and thinner, close to falling.

You have seen everything - the events of the past. You have also come up with your own ideas of what to do from here - how to save your fellow 6350's lost to the curse, and defeat the Curse itself.

There is no one left alive in the house.

But, at the end of all of this...

There will be a wrong righted.

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[boardreversal]

[ - the ray of light pierces his chest, transfixing him in the air, held aloft only by the spear.

The miasma writhes and screeches around it, as all of that light rushes, burning away the dark purple he's been covered in. Burning away all the pain and hatred, all the tears and grief he's experienced to this point.

-Yet, he still struggles. A hand weakly rises to tug at the lance, knowing it won't do anything, even as he sobs out past eyes that are, little by little, fading back to that familiar blue.]

I...It hurts...so much...please...do..n't...

[He was insulated, for a time. There wasn't any pain, any torment. By being with the Miasma, he was able to actually feel happy, even if it was a twisted version of happiness, one that would eventually tear at him.

....But, staying like that....he wouldn't have to feel any of the pain that's surely, surely coming.

...

Still, there's no longer a choice. Only...]