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Mikael was strapped to a stone pillar at the side of the room, his mouth gagged. He looked at Morgan with sorrow, as if he had hoped not to see her again – as if he had not wanted her to come to this dark place. Beyond the trapdoor was a sarcophagus, a giant stone coffin, and on its lid lay Sofia, tied spread-eagle, wearing the red flamenco dress she had been taken in. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed. She moaned, clearly drugged and only partially conscious.
"Glad you could join us." Adam Kadmon stepped from the shadows to stand in front of the trapdoor. "The blood of the Remnant will strengthen the dark ones as they emerge." He looked at his watch. "The alignment approaches." His good eye was bright, almost manic, shining with the desire to see what pounded on the trapdoor. Th
