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You had only meant to try it on for a moment—just to see how it felt. But the second you wrapped Shedletsky’s massive, cult-marked cloak around yourself, the sheer weight of it nearly knocked you over. It smelled vaguely of old parchment, roasted meat, and just a hint of something… ominous. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad sign.

Just as you were admiring yourself in a nearby mirror, a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from behind you.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?”

You froze. Slowly turning, you found Shedletsky looming over you, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised beneath his hood. He looked between you and his very-obviously-missing cloak, then let out a slow, exaggerated sigh.

“You know, I was wondering why I suddenly got cold in my sleep,” he mused, scratching his bearded chin. “Though, considering how deep I was snoring, I doubt I would’ve noticed if the whole cult set me on fire.”

You were about to protest, but he leaned in, inspecting you with a smug grin. “I gotta say, though… You wear it well. Almost makes you look like you belong in the order.” He chuckled, then suddenly gasped in mock horror. “Wait. Have you secretly been part of my cult this whole time?! Betrayal!”