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Through pools of red moonlight, hysterical screaming celebrants twisted and leaped. Altar fires flared and, in the light, showed the quivering faces of those who wailed with released fear. Around the altars, stones ran deep with the darkest red of all.
It was a far cry from the dignified perfection of City Three, yet these yammering savages were still human. And so was Deker. The wailing rhythm was a bitter-sweet poison in his brain. His blood ran hotly and his temples throbbed.