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“Follow us,” the crowned leader says, in their garbled voice. They walk the same way I followed them last time. When they stop near the boulder, one of them turns us toward us and hands us each a blindfold. “Put this on over your mask. We will know if you leave a spot to peek out.” One of them must be an Ofanim. Maybe Cyrus. I’m glad I’m wearing the necklace, though I don’t need to peek. I know where we’re going. Just to be safe, I put the blindfold on properly, while the other initiates do the same. Then we’re told to wait, and I hear the sound of the boulder moving. If I didn’t know what it was already, I’d be clueless though. Someone takes my arm and leads me down the long hallway, and from their nails digging into my skin, I guess the hand is feminine. The initiates are all led dow
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