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The
women
and
men
were
staggered
,
black
,
white
,
black
,
white
.
The
women
’
s
beautiful
gossamer
gowns
billowed
as
they
raised
in
their
right
hands
golden
orbs
and
called
out
in
unison
,
»
I
was
withyou
in
the
beginning
,
in
the
dawn
of
all
that
is
holy
,
I
bore
you
from
the
womb
before
the
start
of
day
.
»
The
women
lowered
their
orbs
,
and
everyone
rocked
back
and
forth
as
if
in
a
trance
.
They
were
revering
something
in
the
center
of
the
circle
.
What
are
they
looking
at
?
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The
voices
accelerated
now
.
Louder
.
Faster
.
«
The
woman
whom
you
behold
is
love
!
»
The
women
called
,
raising
their
orbs
again
.
The
men
responded
,
»
She
has
her
dwelling
in
eternity
!
»
The
chanting
grew
steady
again
.
Accelerating
.
Thundering
now
.
Faster
.
The
participants
stepped
inward
and
knelt
.
In
that
instant
,
Sophie
could
finally
see
what
they
were
all
watching
.
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On
a
low
,
ornate
altar
in
the
center
of
the
circle
lay
a
man
.
He
was
naked
,
positioned
on
his
back
,
and
wearing
a
black
mask
.
Sophie
instantly
recognized
his
body
and
the
birthmark
on
his
shoulder
.
She
almost
cried
out
.
Grand
-
père
!
This
image
alone
would
have
shocked
Sophie
beyond
belief
,
and
yet
there
was
more
.
Straddling
her
grandfather
was
a
naked
woman
wearing
a
white
mask
,
her
luxuriant
silver
hair
flowing
out
behind
it
.
Her
body
was
plump
,
far
from
perfect
,
and
she
was
gyrating
in
rhythm
to
the
chanting
–
making
love
to
Sophie
’
s
grandfather
.
Sophie
wanted
to
turn
and
run
,
but
she
couldn
’
t
.
The
stone
walls
of
the
grotto
imprisoned
her
as
the
chanting
rose
to
a
fever
pitch