The Ritual Illness

from Beyond the Realms of Sharmiah by Zeffon

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ii. The Ritual Illness

Underneath the palace was a sprawling network of chambers and torture devices, conceived in the days of old when the Marat Empire was ruled by the War Party. The destruction of this party came later, but not after many lives were lost underneath the cobblestone streets. Civilians or political prisoners, no one was safe. Supposedly connected to the bottom of the temple is an even larger network of tunnels and chambers, one that connects all the way to the planet core. This is called the Temple of Faces. Suddenly, the church bell tolled, and I began to feel nauseous. I stumbled down a path and struggled to see. My conscious was fading away from me. Vari Cathrop was returning. Then all was black…

”Wake up, you fool…”

I awoke to see myself as I was before I stole Vari’s body. I must’ve been dreaming.

”Hello…”

My clone grinned.

”Finally, I’m going to get a body of my own…”

I just smiled back.

”What’s so funny?” the clone asked, turning its head.

”I’m not sure I care about whether I die or not. Frankly, I think I’ve committed enough damage as is to this world. To the civilians of Cathrop, to my sister…”

”So you’re honestly willing to die?” The clone looked befuddled.

”Yes.”

”Then…” The clone suddenly started to fade and then was gone before it could utter another word.

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from Beyond the Realms of Sharmiah, released September 27, 2012

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