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... all over my body were screaming that I needed more power to heal myself. The evil force in the air tempted me like the aroma of roasted lamb chops. I was eager to find the main course, but I didn’t see anything other than the disgusting old man and the rough man.
As for the young witches standing with me on the altar – a huge stone block – they seemed to think that even wearing a cloak in front of the ‘holy’ Azazel was a sin they happily took off their mink cloaks and wore thin silk nigh ...
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