I look at her. Her eyes shine in the dimness. She is beautiful, so beautiful. But it is not beauty I am in love with. It is what she is. What she has become."Do it," I say. "I trust you."She smiles. She leans over, kisses me."Thank you," she murmurs."You're welcome. You are the one who chose."---ELSAThe ceremony takes place at the full moon.The rotunda is prepared. Candles, incense, the black altar. The members are there, in a circle, their masks down, their eyes attentive. Adrien stands near the altar, in a black tunic. I am in white. The color of the priestess who guides.The recruit arrives.Her name is Claire. Twenty-two years old, brown-haired, small, frail. She trembles, as I trembled. Her eyes are large, bright with fear and excitement. She wears a black cape, as I wore. She is naked underneath, I know it. I undressed her myself, before, in the small room where recruits are prepared."Come," I say.I offer her my hand. She takes it. Her hand is cold, clammy. I squeeze i
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