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Chapter 4: Too Late
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The Saint Below Chapter 6: The Voice Beneath
“At last.”The voice came from behind Aurellian’s platform.Mara stopped breathing.It was not loud. It did not need to be. The words slipped through the darkness with the ease of something that had never needed permission to enter a room. They were soft, almost affectionate, and so terribly familiar that Mara felt a sudden, irrational urge to turn toward the passage and answer.She had never heard the voice before. She was certain of that. And yet some part of her seemed to recognize it.Aurellian rose. The chains dragged against the black stone, their metallic groan filling the chamber. He moved so abruptly that Mara stumbled backward, nearly catching her heel on the edge of the platform. He did not notice. His entire attention was fixed on the darkness behind him.“No,” he said.The word was quiet. It was also the first time Mara had heard him sound genuinely frightened. The voice answered with a faint rustle, like someone shifting in a chair.“You have brought her back.”Aurellian
The Saint Below Chapter 5: The Things Fathers Hide
Mara did not sleep.This was partly because she was sharing a crypt with an immortal saint who had a distressing habit of knowing things he shouldn't.Mostly, however, it was because her father had been here before she was born.Before.She lay on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, and tried to imagine it. Her father, younger than he was now. Her father, descending the one hundred and thirteen steps beneath the cathedral. Her father, standing in this terrible place while Aurellian watched him from his chains.Had he been afraid? Had he known what Aurellian was? Had he known what would eventually happen to his daughter? Mara rolled onto her side.Across the chamber, Aurellian was silent. That was almost worse than when he talked."Are you asleep?" she called."No.""Do you ever sleep?""Occasionally.""When?""When people stop asking me questions.""That must be why you look so well rested.""I have excellent skin care."Mara closed her eyes.She was going to kill him. She wasn't
The Saint Below Chapter 4: Too Late
If your name is Veyne, do not tell him.Mara stared at Aurellian. He stared back."Annoying, isn't it?" she said.For a moment, neither of them moved.Then one corner of his mouth lifted. "Immensely."Mara hoped he couldn't hear her heart. Considering everything else about him, that seemed increasingly unlikely. She tucked the folded paper deeper into her sleeve and turned away.Too late.The thought came quietly.Then again.Too late.Aurellian already knew. He had known from the beginning.Mara Veyne.Her full name had been spoken in this crypt as casually as any other. There had been no reason to hide it. No reason to think it mattered.Now a dead woman's journal had produced a warning telling her she should have done exactly that. Except the paper wasn't two hundred years old. Mara looked down at the book in her hands.That was worse.Much worse."You're thinking very loudly."She looked over her shoulder. Aurellian had settled back against the stone."I wasn't aware that was poss
The Saint Below Chapter 3: I Was Here
Mara woke to someone staring at her.She knew this before she opened her eyes.There was a particular weight to being watched. A pressure between the shoulder blades. An ancient instinct left over from the days when waking beneath a predator's gaze generally meant you were about to become breakfast.Mara opened one eye. Two black ones stared back.She screamed.Aurellian sighed."Again?"Mara sat upright so quickly the blanket tangled around her legs. "What is wrong with you?""An ambitious question for this early in the morning."She looked around. Black stone. Candles. Columns disappearing into darkness.Chains.Memory returned all at once. Her father. The cathedral. Seven locks. Twenty-six Keepers. Blood in a glass orb.Which lie did they tell you about me first?Mara closed her eyes."Oh.""Yes."She opened them again. He was still there."I was hoping you were a nightmare.""How flattering.""You aren't?""Unfortunately for both of us."Mara rubbed her face. She had slept badly.
The Saint Below Chapter 2: The Saint Below
Mara hit him.It was not particularly dignified.It was also not particularly effective. Her free hand connected with the side of Saint Aurellian's face hard enough to sting her palm. His head turned with the blow.For one glorious second, the crypt went completely silent.Then he laughed. Mara stared at him. The sound was low and rough, as though laughter was something his throat had forgotten how to do. His fingers remained wrapped around her wrist."Let go of me."The black eyes lifted to hers."No."Mara hit him again. This time he caught her other wrist."Stop doing that.""Then stop grabbing me.""You came remarkably close to my face.""You grabbed me first.""You screamed at me.""You were dead."His mouth twitched. "Was I?"Mara stopped struggling. The lantern had fallen on its side, but somehow remained lit. Its flame threw crooked shadows across the stone platform and the man chained upon it.Man.That seemed like an increasingly generous description. Up close, there was no
The Saint Below Chapter 1: The Choosing
The first bell rang while Mara Veyne was elbow-deep in somebody else's blood. She stopped scrubbing. The water dripped from her fingers as she looked up, blowing a strand of her brown hair from her eyes.Around her, the laundry continued its morning rhythm. Water sloshed against stone. Brushes scraped linen. Steam crawled up the walls and gathered on the ceiling in fat droplets that occasionally surrendered to gravity.Nobody spoke. The bell rang again, low, slow, deep enough that Mara felt it through the washbasin beneath her hands. Mrs. Fallum dropped a sheet."No," she whispered.Mara looked toward the narrow windows running along the top of the laundry wall. Outside, Veyr had gone quiet. It shouldn't have been possible.Nearly fifty thousand people lived behind the city's black walls, and most of them seemed determined to make as much noise as possible while doing it. Merchants shouted from the market before sunrise. Carriage wheels rattled over cobblestones. Factory whistles scr
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