We fell through incense smoke.Not air.Not water.Smoke.Gold, red, black, all braided together like prayers that had disagreed for centuries.Ava's hand stayed locked around mine.The Bride Law made sure of that.Every time my fingers slipped, pain tore across both our palms.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Hospital Gate felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.[Shared descent active.][If one releases, both bleed.]"Charming," Ava said through clenched teeth."The underworld has terrible relationship design.""Do not call this a relationship.""Noted."Below us, a court appeared.Not a grand palace.Not the hell from pai
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