The cavern's mouth yawned wide, a portal to whispers entwined in mystic haze. The acolytes gathered, cloaked in sable, their breath misting in the chill of unseen winds. Within the depths, a silent echo beckoned, a call to the marrow of their bones.
As the clock's hands met in the hour of the raven's song, a circle of salt lay undisturbed upon the floor. Candles flickered, casting silhouettes of departed souls upon stone. To each initiate, a mirror was bestowed, reflecting not their visage but their darkest fears.
Beneath the crumbling arches, ruins of a forgotten abode tell tales of echoing laughter now hushed. Spirits linger, bound to the memories of joy turned sorrow. A single name lingers in the air, a haunting refrain of what once was.
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