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The drum's beating grew frantic. The shaman, in a trance, was shaking hard. Her chanting grew in tandem.

"15 minutes more, and the moment of glory will be upon us," said Samitra.

Two attendants flanked the stone pillar, dressed in black—the creed's holiest color. They held torches while standing nex
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