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I stood and took in the rest of the room A closet in the corner of the roo inside, but the door wasn’t open enough forelse

The walls were stuffed with books Lots and lots of books I watched where I placed my feet as I went around the circle As I stepped on a half-rotten floorboard, a loud creak sounded

I paused, waiting to see if I could hear anything, but the house was still silent

I wipedthe back wall Some of the books looked like the ones at e I’d never seen before I’d been careful not to touch anything so far I’d been even more careful not to have a vision here Fro this roo back was a chickenshit ather proof

What should I touch?

I glanced back at the altar The dead chicken’s head lolled, revealing the deep slit along its throat With the picture next to it…I couldn’t think of s more horrible

I sed and turned back to the walls I closed e Blindly, I reached for whatever I could

Flashes of dark and light S

It was too dark to see anything Too quiet

And then there was a voice It sang and my heart sped

I didn’t have to know Latin to know this was bad The tune, the cadence, toldI needed to know Imy skin

The scent of sulfur filledIt felt like I was baking alive Burning

I screa

A knife It spun into the closet as I ran for the door

I wasn’t thinking as I fled the house, leaving the door to Luciana’s craft rooht any that I would never be clean after touching that knife filled me

That smell Sulfur The scent of hell

Were demons real? Could Luciana call one to her?

Even if she could, ould she?