| Astra found herself transported by the strange fluctuations in Vincent's
magick. However, this was not a place she recognized. Large marble walls
seemed to rise into infinity.
The very structure of the room was immensely ornate. Alabaster sculptures of cherubs and demons made war in bas relief. Frescoes of strange creatures leered at her. It amazed her. However, something was wrong. Her compatriot, Lord Frederigo D'honaire, was nowhere to be found. There were several ways to leave this room, and Astra had to decide
which. The decision could cost her very life.
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