The cultist shoved past Daisy as he scrambled for the
exit. She fell hard against the stony alter, cracking her head against the
golden idol before coming to a rest on the bizarre mosaic floor. It wasn’t
until the chamber had emptied of the fanatics before I noticed that Daisy wasn’t
moving. There was a trickle of blood running from the back of her head along a
groove in the mosaic. As I watched, it began to rush towards a small, black
stone at the center of the design. The stone began to glow green when the blood
touched it.
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