The Forgotten God
Even the most brazen of harlots would have turned down such a smell, as alluring as it was.
With great care and skill, he drew several symbols along the edge of the chart. The darker element of the blood of dove and cow crafting the dark ink.
"...Thou hast swallowed the snake and dost exhausted the moon, thou dost raise the orb of the sun in its season. Chthetho is thy name; I require, O many Lords, give the information I desire."
The ink illuminated silver, shimmering like the many stars that dotted the velvet night, becoming stronger until they burned a molten gold in honour of the sun that lit the way, the light of discovery.
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