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Chapter 81 - 81

You reach out and touch the statue of Ziva, and though your fingers feel no more than the rough wood of the carving, you sense that somehow the White Queen is watching you. You let your hand linger on the statue for a moment longer, looking up into the great, unblinking eyes carved in the wood. Then you push aside the tent flap and step into the darkness of the spirit lodge.

Seramet sits cross-legged on the far side of a small fire that burns in the center of the yurt. Periodically, she reaches into a leather pouch on her lap and draws forth a handful of what look like twigs and leaves, throwing them onto the fire where they crackle and burn, giving forth a thick, aromatic smoke that swirls lazily through the air and up to the smoke hole in the roof. The shaman looks up and gestures for you to take a seat opposite her.

"I saw the signal," you say, sitting down. "What happens now?"

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