As you overlook the river Rhine the moonlight shimmering on its inky black water. You say the incantation and wait for something to happen. You feel foolish then you see the bubbling water as a figure emerges, clad in white. What offering have you brought me? Is it one of my bones? Her voice is cold and cruel much like the water she rose from. I sense you have one of my bones if you know what is wise, you will return it to me or else you shall face the consequences. Her voice is powerful.
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