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Three days can work magic -- in a world where magic works. The planets swung along their paths again and the sun was in the most favorable house for conjuration. The universe was stable again.
There was food for all, and houses had been conjured hastily to shelter the people. The plagues were gone. Now the strange commerce and industry of this world were humming again. Those who had survived and those who could be revived were busily rebuilding. Some were missing, of course. Those who had risen and -- hatched -- were beyond recall, but no one spoke of them. If any Sons of the Egg survived, they were quiet in their defeat.