Ayuba woke before dawn to the distant chant of voices deep, rhythmic, and haunting. The fog clung to the village like a shroud, muffling footsteps and breathing life into shadows. Tonight was no ordinary night in Korobanti; it was the night of the ritual.
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Led by Aissatou, Ayuba and the others made their way silently to the edge of the village, where a circle of ancient stones rose like crooked teeth from the earth. The ground around was scorched black, and the air smelled of burnt herbs and old blood.
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Around the fire stood a group of figures clad in tattered cloaks, faces hidden behind carved wooden masks. Their voices rose in unison, a language older than any living tongue, calling to forces beyond.
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Papa Djinn appeared at the center, his bone mask gleaming under the flickering flames. His eyes, hollow but fierce, swept across the gathered crowd.
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“This is the night of remembrance,” he rasped. “The night when the forgotten are summoned and the debts are paid.”
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Ayuba felt the weight of centuries pressing down, as if the very stones whispered secrets of the damned.
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One by one, the villagers stepped forward, offering tokens locks of hair, drops of blood, broken trinkets. Each offering seemed to tighten the invisible chains binding them to Korobanti.
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Suddenly, a scream pierced the ritual. From the shadows emerged Yacouba, his eyes wild and furious, clawing at the air as if fighting invisible chains.
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“They try to forget,” he growled, “but Korobanti remembers all.”
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The ritual intensified, shadows twisting and warping into grotesque shapes. Ayuba realized the ritual wasn’t just remembrance it was a feeding, a dark communion between the living and the spirits of the lost.
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As the chant reached a fevered pitch, Ayuba knew that to survive, he would have to face the darkness within himself.
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