I climbed out of the black stone tub, my skin humming from the heat and the rough touch of the Shaman. My legs felt like jelly. I was dripping, shivering, and completely exposed, but I didn't care. The shame I had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a dark, heavy weight in my stomach.
"Follow me," he commanded.
He turned and walked toward a part of the wall that looked like solid rock. But as he approached, the shadows seemed to part. I followed him through a narrow opening. I couldn't believe it. From the outside, this place looked like a tiny, old hut. But inside, it felt like a labyrinth—a magical, endless maze of stone and secrets.
We entered a chamber that glowed with a deep, pulsing red. Hundreds of red candles were burning, their flames licking the air like hungry tongues. In the
