Xeno Hemlock
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Death's Last Days With the Dying

The Crescendo

Memory 059

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“Remember, don't open your eyes until I say so.” The oldest woman in the room pierced the eyes of the other ladies, half of them impressionable young women. “Let's begin.”

They gathered around a table with an ancient book in the middle surrounded by burning black candles, held hands, closed their eyes, and started a chant. Their ancient language crescendo was put to a sudden halt when one of the 13 succumbed to her curiosity and snuck a peep. Black flames sprouted from the floor, engulfing all of them, putting a quick end to their unexpected cries of deathly agony.

Xeno Hemlock