IMMORTAL/CHAPTER 1: SPECTER
Tehotep sprawled on the cushioned divan, one leg thrown over the crouch arm, red and black hued carpets were scattered over the hardwood floors. Black marble columns supported the ceilings. The warehouse was lit by oil burning lamps and scented candles, the walls decorated with paintings of mortals coupling with daemons.
He eyed the six addicts lounging about the rooms: four sucking greedily on rush pipes, two others making love in the corner...
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