They bound his hands and put him at the centre of the circle. All cultists watch him attentively like there were watching some sort of spectacle, and in a certain sense, there were. They looked at each other, each of them having a different mask and speaking a different voice. It was strange, something was wrong. He felt like those weren’t properly human but something had happened to them.

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Pxan looked at him blankly, he didn’t remember.

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The cultists all laughed at the same time.

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Pxan remained silent

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Pxan hands were unbound and a few files were thrown on the ground. They all had the mark of the inquisition and the council. Some of the names he recognized. The document talked about genocides and corruption in the government to be attributed to the cultists.

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Pxan jumped back and started thinking.