Never late but never quite on time, Celerity strolled into the hall shortly after Brackard and his orderlies, dragging a heavily stained burlap sack. Fresh blood trailed behind her. Bright pink eyes glowed from behind her mask.
Quietly humming to herself, she approached the offering table...
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