The first night, Abalon, ossified of skin and wreathed with moss, did prepare the ground with burning sage and charged stones of morbid energies, glittering amber under muted starlight as deeds were provided in slow reverence. Smoke twisted and spiraled in wild abandon to the winds that carried...
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