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Slowly and thoughtfully, she slipped the ornament into the pocket of her slacks, moved down the stairs and out of the house.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

Atonement, if atonement were possible, could only be made at that sacred, sacrificial basin.

It was there that she would have to enact her renunciation, beg forgiveness.