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Chapter 9: The Red Thread
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The Saint Below Chapter 9: The Red Thread
The candles did not relight. Mara stood in the darkness, listening to the silence left behind by the voice. Aurellian had not moved. His attention remained fixed on the forbidden passage, his expression so carefully blank that she suspected he was trying very hard not to show her something.Fear, perhaps.Or recognition.The mark on her palm gave a faint pulse.“Is it gone?” she asked.“No.”“That's reassuring.”“It isn't meant to be.”Mara rubbed her hand against her skirt. The cold had settled beneath her skin again, though the burning sensation had faded.“What did it mean about the promise?”Aurellian turned away from the passage.“Nothing you need to worry about tonight.”“I'm beginning to think you have a very unusual definition of the word nothing.”“I'm beginning to think you have an unusual definition of the word tonight.”She stared at him. He gave her a thin smile. It vanished almost immediately.“Come away from the passage.”Mara hesitated, then followed him toward the t
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The darkness swallowed everything.Mara couldn't see the platform, the table, or even the faint outline of Aurellian standing between her and the forbidden passage. The candles had gone out all at once, leaving behind the faint smell of extinguished wicks and something else.Something metallic.She held her marked hand against her chest.“Don't move,” Aurellian said.His voice came from somewhere ahead of her.Mara swallowed. “I wasn't planning to.”“Good.”“Do you have any idea what just happened?”“No.”“Of course you don't.”“I'm beginning to dislike how often you say that.”A faint metallic sound came from the platform. Aurellian's chains. Mara listened carefully. There was a scrape, followed by a low click, as though one of the links had shifted against the stone.“Are you moving?” she asked.“No.”“Then what was that?”“Something moving the chains.”Mara's stomach tightened. “Something?”“Stay where you are.”She could hear him moving now. Slowly. Carefully. The chains dragged b
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