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In pain and humiliation Perscors woke at dawn of his third day on Lucifer. As his eyes opened, he saw his own right hand clenching a lance, and then looked at the dagger resting in his left one. He rose in that house of pain, gripping the weapons.
Stiffly, Perscors went toward the door of the house, but found only another chamber, and then another, all littered by his fury. He stumbled upon the corpse of the first of Achamoth's women whom he had killed, but no door was by her, though it was at her station by the door that he, with his bare left hand, had destroyed her. His circuit of the windowless rooms went on, but still no door appeared. "Sorcery," he cursed, and compelled himself to remain still.