Originally written Sunday, September 30, 2012
The dead rabbit lay in the pile of flowers on the altar. Blood dripped through the flower petals and stained the stone underneath. The ceremony was almost complete. The hooded figure took the knife that had slain the rabbit and pricked my finger, allowing drops of my blood to mingle with the blood on the altar.
There was a flash of lightning, and then darkness.
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