The Goddess Vessel
The obsidian token was not visible, but his aura of cold menace was its own passport.
I kept my head down, my heart hammering against my ribs. The Goddess's light within me was a caged sun, straining against my control. Every leering glance, every shouted proposition from the shadows, was a fresh assault.
We turned down a narrower alley, the noise from the main thoroughfates fading slightly. A sign hung over a door ahead, depicting a beautiful songbird trapped in an ornate cage. The Gilded Cage.
Two large guards flanked the door. They looked at the Architect, then at me. One gave a slow, knowing smile.
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