through her fingers, she extended her arm over the fire pit. The heat radiating from it instantly warmed her bare skin. Vanora closed her eyes. The temple rose around her. She sat at one end of the fire pit while the three women resembling Lorelei, Carys, and Rhonda stood on the other. Deep shadows filled the temple that was only illuminated by the burning coals in the pit. The bronze box now hovered above the fire pit, the golden light flickering over its surface. Rotating her hand, Vanora poured the salt water onto the coals. Instantly steam flared upwards, obscuring her vision. The heat of the vapor flushed her skin. The ground beneath her now felt like stone, not thin carpeting, and the air was much warmer and smelled of spicy incense. The sensation of being transported to another time and place nearly sent her into a panic, but Vanora fought the impulse to flee. She had chosen to perform the ritual. This was her taking firm hold of her destiny. That thought calmed her. When the haze dissipated, another woman sat on the opposite side of the pit. She was also draped in white, black hair with one white streak tumbling over one shoulder. Beneath her hood, a swatch of white cloth obscured her eyes. The three women that had taken on the guises of her mother, roommate, and enemy still stood behind the oracle, but were now embraced by the gloom. In the faded light, they no longer resembled the women who had played such important roles in Vanora’s life. “At last, you've embrace your fate,” the oracle said, her pink lips smiling. And in that moment, Vanora was terrified.
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Episode 12: Journey into the White
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