A Summoning

The darkness was not complete but the few patches of light were dim. The marble floor was cold and gray beneath the layers of dust. Around the windows tatters of moldy red curtains on rusted rods hung limp. In the darker corners lay a thicker dust mixed with decaying leaves swept in on windy days. Soundlessly a wolf padded in through the lone doorway and sat near the middle of the room. It stared up at the dusty quartz alter that was the rooms only furniture. It let out a slight huffing noise then waited. After only a few heartbeats the alter began to glow with a quiet darkness.

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