We cannot live at the peak of a crisis forever. The "persistent evil" would break us if not for the intermezzo. These interludes, though temporary, provide the "diction" and language for our social relations when the old words no longer apply.
The antique shop, now long gone, had been replaced by a new building, but the memory of Mr. Jenkins and the Liber Tenebrarum lived on. Some said that, on quiet nights, you could still hear Emilia's whispers, guiding those who sought knowledge and protection from the shadows.