House of Laenas — Book 1
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Epilogue
Fantasy Sex Story: Epilogue - After discovering a dark family curse, the three Laenas siblings' lives are forever changed as they try to start a new life for themselves, but they must learn to control their family curse or be completely consumed by it, leading them down a road of incest, lust, and desire.
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The Chapel, Olnfield, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Priest Emerick
The chapel was dim, and he air smelled of wax and old parchment. Candles gutter in iron sconces, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. It was quite peaceful. Probably similar to the atmosphere of an abbey. I sat behind a heavy oak table, my robes pooled around me, as I looked over a spread of thick, weathered tomes. The vellum pages crackled faintly as I turned them, eyes scanning lines of script written by hands long gone.
From beyond these chapels’ walls, the festival of the Crimson Moon roars like a living thing. Drums pound in a steady rhythm, laughter bursts in drunken crescendos, and the sharp notes of a flute dart through the night air. The muffled roar of voices swells, then breaks into cheers, punctuated by the distant crackle of fireworks.
I paused, one hand resting on the yellowed margin of a manuscript. I lifted my head slightly, listening to the revelry pressing against the chapel walls. It was great times in Olnfield, A time for great celebration. I remember when I first experienced the festival of Crimson Moon. I was a young novice back then, so I did partake, to the gruntle disapproval of my elder mentor.
Now I am as old as my mentor was. So much time had come and gone. And I remained a dedicated servant of the Holy Church, but most importantly, the Holy Seven.
I turned my head and looked out one of the chapel’s arched windows; the Crimson Moon stood high in the sky. Such a beautiful sight it was. Most people nowadays will see the Crimson Moon as a sign of great merriment and the signal of new beginnings. The Holy Church really got that message across.