Cassandra

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Cassandra stood at the head of the circle., stirring the pot. 

'bringer of light,' she raised her voice to song. 'bringer of the torch.'

The circle started to undress themselves, swaging to each side like they had been on a ship, the deck rocking side to side.

'Ave Satanas, signum corni,'

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