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The Summoning Room was a cavern of shadows and ancient stone, the only light the sickly purple glow of the sigil at its heart. Frost crept along the floor, and the scent of dragonblood incense hung thick and heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of old magic. The Siblings of Sin stood in silent rows, their breath misting before their faces as they watched the new Papa take his place. Perpetua's robes swept the ground, the silver trim catching the eerie light as he clutched the leather-bound tome. He could feel their eyes on him—judging, comparing—and his jaw tightened. He was not Copia. He would not share a ghoul. This one would be his, and his alone. The circle pulsed, a heartbeat of arcane fire, as he opened the brittle pages. The words rose from his throat, guttural and r…