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"Did you not feel it, my son? His consciousness was all but lost." Chiun looked at the clumps of yellow powder as they dissolved and sank in sparkling crystalline patterns beneath the rolling dark waters of the Atlantic. "Even gods die," he said softly.
Remo did not respond. He waited until the last of the yellow dust was out of the stone container. Once it was empty, he brought the urn up to the railing of the boat and heaved it over.
It made hardly a splash as it disappeared below the waves. Forever.