THE DOOR
When the midwife lifted her, the room fell into a terrified hush.
The girl was small, but it was not her size that stopped the hearts of those in the room. It was her skin. On her chest, directly over her heart, and across the span of her tiny back, symbols were etched into her flesh. They were not birthmarks; they were brands, glowing with a faint, amber luminescence that pulsed in time with the lightning outside.
On her chest, the sign of the crab—♋.
Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯.
Bab Populer