The Black Rose, Part Three, The Masters

The master temple had a mystic air permeating its ancient walls, the smell of incense wafted through the air, the harmonious sounds of hymens reverberated over the walls of the massive inner chamber. A man in long flowing dark crimson robes walked deliberately deeper into the immense chamber, hands clasped and hidden in the folds...

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