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THE BARGAIN IN THE RUINS

POV: ADIRA

The ruins stink of damp stone, old incense, and something sweeter — rot left too long in velvet, the perfume of holiness gone to decay.

At the far end of the blackened chamber sits the fallen priestess. Her veil hangs in two torn strips like dead skin. Where Selene’s silver symbols o...