The cursed mate's return
I wondered if she could see my fear or maybe she just didn’t care.
Finally, she said, “Then follow.”
They led us deeper into the city. Emberdeep was no ruin.
Its streets were paved with black obsidian, worn smooth by centuries of passage. Heat radiated from the walls, not suffocating, but constant like walking inside a forge. Shadows moved behind molten glass windows. Children, elders, warriors. A hidden people, sustained by flame and secrecy.
We passed beneath vast archways carved with fire-language, the old tongue. I caught pieces—warnings, prayers, fragments of ancient prophecy.
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