第3章 《祭祀》（2/2）

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when the bell tolls, I know the cereony is about to beg.

It's a faily tradition, held every eighteen years on this day, where the faily hosts a grand and xurio sacrificial rite to honor our supre deity.

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And I a the sole priestessthis ritual.

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dressed iricate vestnts of a priestess, I board the panqu bound for the teple under y other's worried gaze. before departg, I follow the old s of the faily aow the priestess's blessg upon the unborn childy other's wob.

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the teple is built a a ounta, and the panqu ss at the foot of the hill. with a devout heart, I asd the stairs leadg to the teple oep at a ti.

the path is long, and the cereonial robes feel exceedgly heavy, yet I do not sehe expected wearess.

Fro birth, I was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess.

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Up the teple, I see everyone brig with hope, tears wellgtheir eyes. they retreat naturally behd , ignitg the dley hand. I uand that the path ahead is e aloo tread, for no oher than the priestess is allowed ihe teple.

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the teple is dark; the door opens briefly before closg aga. holdg the only source of light, I slowly ake y way side. I swear that no one has ever entered here, for if they did, they would withe borewn across the floor.

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Upohe so-called deity, I a not surprised. I rely undress, akg yself ready for the \"deity's\" feast.

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Fro the very begng, I knew I was the solethis cereony.

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the childy other's wob is born. that is theI leave to the faily, the\"\". Ieen years, he too will bee a priest.

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the cereony will not cease; all will be trappedthe cycle of rebirth. And I, I write the begng of this tale.