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Sofia stumbled as the men dragged her down the stairs and into the stone chamber below the castle. It was cold and damp with a chill that penetrated her bones, every breath a freezing inhalation. Her mind was foggy with the drugs they had given her over the last few days, but she was aware of the space around her, the sound of their voices. There was an excitement in the air, anticipation of something, and she forced the giddy nausea down as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
Adam Kadmon knelt by a gigantic round trapdoor set in the middle of the room. He reached out with one hand and placed it gently on the surface, whispering a prayer of some kind. His back was bent as if a heavy load pressed down upon him.
For a moment, Sofia saw beyond the lunatic he had become to the
