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... allows Reach, casting no warmth, only silver suspicion. The villagers knew to stay indoors on such nights. The kind of moon that drew blood from stone and stirred memories better left buried.
In a crumbling chapel swallowed by ivy, a ritual was being prepared.
Not by priests, but by the Hollow Sisterhood—four women cloaked in tattered veils, their mouths stitched shut with crow-feathers and twine. They moved in silence, drawing sigils into the dirt with sharpened bone, surroundin ...
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