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Chapter 8 Thin trails of scented smoke curled upward from a pyramid of wood chips and blackening herbs coated with tears of resinous myrrh. The brass bowl that contained the offering was unadorned and glowed with heat and flickerings of flame. Beside the bowl was another, smaller container overflowing with damp moss-lined mud. Yet another remained empty. Each bowl was as plain as the others. The table the threesome of plain brass bowls sat on was covered with a deep red satin cloth that reached to the floor where it bundled like pools of red water on the carpet. With curtains drawn, the only light in the room came from wall sconces where white candles dripped wax and an ornate candelabra sitting on the dresser. ‘You may begin.’ Algernon and Clement were dressed in long black cloaks, tw