Elias froze. From the shadows above the vaulted ceiling, a figure descended. She didn't fall; she drifted down on a single, thick cord of silk. This was Arania. Her upper body was that of a woman with skin the color of polished obsidian, adorned in gold filigree that seemed to grow directly from her flesh. Below the waist, however, was the massive, terrifyingly elegant abdomen of a weaver spider, its legs clicking softly against the stone.
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