The Golden Ritual
The ink was still wet on the ledger when I felt the first tremor in the bed, a subtle shudder that traveled up through the mattress and into the hollow of my spine, waking me with a start. Elara was already sitting up, her eyes wide and bright in the darkness, that fierce, consuming light in them that I had come to mistake for warmth but which was, I now understood, a kind of hunger. We were...
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