Dorm Room Secrets
Then she lifted it open.
Inside, resting on dark velvet, lay a tarnished silver chain. Its links were thick, heavy, almost unnatural as if it was more than mere metal. Attached to it was a pendant shaped like a crest, its surface etched with strange runes that seemed to pulse faintly, alive.
Adira’s breath hitched. The air shifted the moment it was exposed, thickening, as though the chain carried with it not just weight but presence.
Richard’s voice was hoarse when he spoke. “That chain was the beginning of everything I became. Every death, every sin, every night I bled for power it all started with that.”
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