The High Priest walked around the ash ring, splashing a thick, aromatic oil onto the candles. The flames flared high, turning a strange, deep silver hue. "Drink," the King ordered, stepping to the edge of the circle. He held out a small silver cup filled with a dark, bitter-smelling liquid. "This will ground the essence of the stimulant you will be taking. It prepares the vessel." I took the cup and swallowed the liquid down in one gulp. It burned my throat, spreading a heavy warmth directly down into my abdomen. The High Priest's chanting grew faster, louder, the words vibrating against the stone walls of the courtyard. The sound felt tight inside my chest. The warmth inside my stomach intensified, turning into a sharp, pulling ache right in my gut that made my breath hitch. It didn't feel like pain, but rather like a sudden shift in my body's biology, opening something that had been tightly closed before. I clamped my hands onto my knees, teeth grit, staring at the ash line
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