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... zing down in eternal blessing, crimson velvet drapes heavy enough to muffle a scream, a four-poster bed carved from ancient sacred oak and wide enough for forbidden royal indulgences.
Tonight it was transformed into something far more honest: a private theater of absolute desecration.
Crimson candlelight flickered alongside corrupted holy orbs that pulsed with slow, demonic scarlet. Shadows writhed across the walls like living things.
Against the far marble wall, two men ...
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