You sit, crosslegged, ancient mantras leaving your mouth with the force of a hurricane, while your hands weave the mudra of power. Finally, your spirit pulls free of your body, and a familiar starless sky opens before you. You begin...
The Ritual of Purification
12th place (out of 27) in the 4th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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