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THE BLOODLETTER BARGAIN

Author: Merryn
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-19 03:18:36

POV: Dorian

The altar waited where the map forgot the mountains.

I followed the vein of a dried river into the spine of stone until the sky squeezed to a crack and the world turned to bone-cold breath. Even light felt unwelcome here, thinning to a tired smear along the cavern mouth. The air tasted of rust and old prayers that never reached a god.

I hadn’t come since the night my bloodline ended.

The cavern recognised me anyway.

A hush rolled through the ribs of rock as I stepped inside, a pressure change sharp enough to make my ears pop. The walls were studded with relics of my kin — skulls wired with silver-vine, ribcages stitched to pillars, finger bones strung like counting beads. Not trophies. Reminders. Each one marked with a cut rune: name, deed, debt.

I passed the last name in that chain — mine — carved half a lifetime ago and left unfinished.

At the centre, the altar waited.

No flowers. No candles. Just a slab of stone blackened by ten thousand offerings and split by a seam th
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