To Become The Monster
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Lanterns flickered faintly along the cobblestones, competing with the last of the daylight, and the distant hum of merchants finishing up for the day drifted through the air.
Today was a rare gift—a day off. And for once, Mae had the same luxury. I stretched, letting the muscles in my back creak and pop, and rubbed my eyes. The apartment felt cozy, almost peaceful, though the faint smell of herbs Mae had left behind mingled with the lingering aroma of coffee from the morning.
A soft knock at the door made me start.
“Coffee delivery!” Mae called cheerfully before I even had a chance to answer.