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Chapter 1: The Midnight Invitation My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I pushed open the heavy glass door of the gallery, the cool night air clinging to my skin like a whispered secret. Rain fell in a gentle veil outside, softening the city lights into a dreamy haze that mirrored the turmoil inside me. I wasn’t supposed to be here this late, alone with my sculptures and an enigmatic stranger who had offered more money than I had seen in years for my most intimate piece. But curiosity—and something deeper, a restless hunger I’d buried beneath layers of clay and long hours in the studio—had pulled me here like a moth to flame.

What would you think if I did the same with another man? Zachary's face contorted in anger. "Lindsey Ford, could you not be so disgusting with your words? "Bianca did it to celebrate her body as a form of art. It was about confidence and breaking free from the chains. She wore that to explore her own body. You wouldn't understand it." He looked at me with disgust before continuing, "I was contributing to art. If you think it's disgusting, it's because you know nothing about its beauty. Not only that, you're just jealous and can't take it when someone else's outstanding."

"The cathedral feeds on it. Makes it heavier. Makes you remember every wrong thing you've ever done." Great. Just what I needed. The entrance was a massive set of wooden doors, carved with scenes of judgment. Above them, in letters that seemed to shift and change: CONFESS AND BE CLEANSED. HIDE AND BE CONDEMNED. "So who goes first?" Willow asked. "I will," I said. Axel grabbed my arm. "Mia..."

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

He had been a constant source of support throughout this journey, his unwavering belief in her talent and their connection helping her navigate the stormy seas of her own emotions. The doors to the gallery opened, and Elena took a deep breath, stepping out into the main hall where her art was displayed. The room was filled with vibrant lights, casting a warm glow over the canvases that lined the walls. Her latest painting was the centerpiece, prominently displayed on a large, elegant easel.

"We believe that our connections and knowledge of the art world can help expand that aspect of your business as well." I leaned back in my chair, considering their words. They made a compelling argument, but I needed to know more. "What specifically do you bring to the table?" I asked. The clients exchanged a look before the first one spoke up again. "Well, for one, we have a vast network of contacts in the art world," he said. "We can help you source rare and valuable pieces, as well as connect you with collectors and buyers who would be interested in your current collections."

As we walked in, he began to walk up the stairs, and I just stood there puzzled. He turned and looked back at me, “It's alright, you are with me. Come on.” He said reaching his hand towards me to take. I took his hand and let him lead me. We got to the gateway at the top of the stairs, and to me, it looked like a mirror behind some green hanging vines growing out from between the stones on the walls. “Is our world the only one with gateways?” I asked studying the gateway. “No, Rayna you need to understand.... our worlds are in different dimensions, not in outer space as many believe.”

The banks stepped in to handle the liquidation. At that time, I was traveling abroad with Mom. We didn't know the language of that country, so we learned it slowly—starting with single words, then gradually becoming fluent enough to chat with ease. A few years later, we returned home and leisurely opened a small studio together. It was a handicraft workshop—work that didn't require much brainpower. The two of us could take our time, doing crafts, chatting, and enjoying life. There weren't many orders. We worked occasionally, whenever we felt like it.

It clicks and pops open. "Huh." I look in amazement. "I'll have to thank Sarah for being a criminal when I see her next." I grin at Jay. "Haha." Jay says sarcastically. We slip into the room with a desk in the center and bookshelves along the walls. The floor is covered in Persian rugs. Art and artifacts cover the walls. We sneak to the closed door and open it a crack. I stick my head out quick. I don't see anyone. I wave them all to follow quietly. We turn down the hallway outside the door. Again, sticking to the walls.

“The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.” Without taking his eyes off us, he laid down another tile offering two plain, etched-in-black characters . . . “This means ‘gateway.’ It is what Sốphận players seek, the Gateway to Understanding.” Kevin folded his arms, looking interested. “Understanding? Of what?” Mr. Trung smiled but it wasn’t his same, kindly-old man expression. This smile seemed enigmatic . . . maybe even a little threatening. “Of everything, Master Kevin. Understanding of the self, of the surrounding world. Of the Ancients, even the universe. But the Gateway is guarded by the Four Sacred B