Now I stand at the edge of the altar, holding a lit lighter. The densely packed limbs on the rock wall are awakening, and familiar sobs echo from below the altar. This time, it might be real. I must know, I must... (breathing quiets, flashlight beam begins to tremble) They're coming.
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