[爱笔趣]ibiqu. v i p 一秒记住！
母亲肚子里面的孩子诞生了。那是我为家族留下的下一个祭品，也是下一个“我”。十八年后，他会同样成为祭司。
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祭典不会停止，所有人都会沉溺于轮回，而我，为这个故事写上开头。
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The Offering
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When the bell tolls, I know the ceremony is about to begin.
It's a family tradition, held every eighteen years on this day, where the family hosts a grand and luxurious sacrificial rite to honor our supreme deity.
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And I am the sole priestess in this ritual.
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Dressed in the intricate vestments of a priestess, I board the palanquin bound for the temple under my mother's worried gaze. Before departing, I follow the old customs of the family and bestow the priestess's blessing upon the unborn child in my mother's womb.
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The temple is built atop a mountain, and the palanquin stops at the foot of the hill. With a devout heart, I ascend the stairs leading to the temple one step at a time.
The path is long, and the ceremonial robes feel exceedingly heavy, yet I do not sense the expected weariness.
From birth, I was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess.
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Upon reaching the temple, I see everyone brimming with hope, tears welling in their eyes. They retreat naturally behind me, igniting the candle in my hand. I understand that the path ahead is mine alone to tread, for no one other than the priestess is allowed inside the temple.
𝑰 𝐵𝑰 𝑸u.v 𝑰 P