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The large foyer was lit with candles and the many flashes of lightning. The area was also filled with the sailors of the Acheron and their captain. They stood before the grand staircase, and a few steps up was our objective, Moneta. She stood tall with a coy smile on her lips.
“Welcome back, my dear friends,” she cooed as the sailors swung around to surround us on all sides. The doors were shut behind us, trapping us in with the unwelcome-wagon.
I snorted. “Yeah, we’re friends because friends try to get friends to do their dirty work.”
She laughed as she walked down the stairs and draped her withered arms over Abraxas’s shoulders. “I would gladly have done Crates in long ago, but you see-” her eyes fell on the backpack on my back, “-without that chime it is impossible for a go
