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But before he could do anything about the cult, Cassius knew he had to take care of the hanging children first.
He approached the first of the hanging bodies, a small boy no older than eight.
The chain groaned faintly as Cassius lifted him down and the child's skin was cold, eerily so smooth like porcelain drained of all warmth, but his hands did not tremble.
He simply caught the limp body, unhooked the chain, and laid him down gently. Then another. And another. One by one, he lowered them, his movements mechanical, calm, careful.
Behind him, Carmela lingered at the doorway. The heavy stench hit her again, and she gagged, covering her mouth.
Even for someone of her kind, who had seen years of violence, this was too much. The smell of death here wasn't just rot—it was desecration, an echo of agony that lingered in the air.
