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... n figures stood around a cracked ritual plate—drawn with chalk, blood, and something darker. The walls pulsed faintly from old enchantments barely held together with glue and desperation.
A single lantern flickered in the corner, casting their shadows long and twitching.
"He fits," said the younger acolyte, voice steady this time. "Walks like someone who’s survived something."
The elder cultist—face lined, one eye milky—ran his hand along the outer rim of the summoning ri ...
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