Chapter 22

“May you drink without a cup,

in the heights,

in the water-meadows,

in darkness,

in the sanctuary.

Thus, O sorcerers, O demons,”

-Canaanite Incantation

Even in the dead of night, the streets of the city were still brightly lit. The sisters stole in through the unguarded gate and clung to the shadowy backstreets. Nearing the great square, they peered from the shadows, watching the crowd that, unbeknownst to them, had gathered for the high priest’s inauguration. They could sense that the energy was coming from the square, and they searched for a way to get closer. It was powerful, more powerful than anything either of them had felt before;...

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