Inside a lonely, ancient lighthouse atop a heap of jagged rocks high above the crashing waves of the wild sea below, he could hear the howling winds beating against the outer walls of the building, and he could hear something else - just barely. Beneath the roaring thunder and the ceaseless thumping of the rain, he could detect the sound of something that he could only describe as 'chanting'. He crept cautiously towards one of the windows and peered out through the rain-soaked glass. In the distance, just on the edges of the narrow shoreline, he spied a small ribbon-like line of torches gleaming in the darkness, one after another, a ring of cloaked figures assembled... for God only knows what mad purpose and the simple thought of the matter sent an ice-cold shiver down his spine. Then he heard the rumbling of the earth beneath his feet, and the quaking of the walls around him, and the trembling of his flesh, as his soul tried to leap out of his body. And it was as though the world itself was being torn open from the inside out.
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