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The priest plunged his sacrificial dagger deep into the living sacrifice who retched a cried a blood curtailing scream. Carefully carving open the man’s chest, the priest reached in and withdrew his still beating heart. The congregation bows in reverence.
“Zelototh! Receive our sacrifice to you!” The priest raised the heart above his head, “Forgive our sins and bless our lands, Zelototh!”
The chamber echos with chants of the gathered, all deeply bowed in prayer. It is only the priest who notices, not only was the sacrifice still moving, but he sat up-right the stone slate he was intended to die upon. The priest stared at him in horror.
The sacrifice pointed to his gaping chest “Hey man, I know you’re just doing your job, but can I get that back?”