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Emroy's Apostle Claims Her Devoted Priest: A Night of Gothic Ritual and Unholy Ecstasy

The air in the deepest sanctum of the temple dedicated to Emroy was thick and heavy, a palpable mixture of cold stone, ancient dust, and the sweet, cloying scent of burnt-out prayer candles. Here, far beneath the bustling city of Alnus, darkness was not an absence of light, but a living presence. It clung to the obsidian altar, coiled around the monolithic pillars, and pooled in the corners of the vast chamber where the flickering torchlight could not reach.