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It’s an especially long journey from Purgatory to Antrum. As I speed along, the Pulpitum platform shimmies beneath my feet. I firm up my stance. Transfers can be rickety, especially when the final destination station is old.
Like the House of Mulciber.
The platform jolts to a stop. I now find myself in a square chamber of rough-hewn rock. Before me stands a woman with cocoa skin and long grey braids. Her body and movements all have a ballerina’s grace. She straightens the folds of her pink gown. The emblem of white flames is emblazoned on her front; the symbol of Mulciber.
“Greetings, Lady Babylon.”
She rolls her eyes. “Call me Babs.” She rushes forward with her arms thrown wide. “And give me a hug. It’s been too long.”
I accept the embrace. The House of Mulciber are big into hugg
