The antiquarian book dealer gasped when he opened the crate. A faint air of decay wafted up to this nose, a smell he remembered all to well from his years as a young priest in Cairo. Before he renounced a God that he now knew did not exist.
The title, red on the ageless page: Das Geheimnis der unverheirateten Wurm
'It has begun again,' he thought.
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