Hellblades
“But she makes me feel…? Like, should we really go inside? Normally I’d be excited, but…”
“I know. She makes you uneasy, doesn’t she?” Pelin whispered.
I nodded.
“But beware, the treasure is cursed,” she then said with a melodramatic voice full of theatrical flair.
Adem leaned in, grinning. “A dangerous treasure? Cool.”
“Shut up,” Pelin hissed, but her lips twitched. “You’re not helping.”
The air thickened, the fountain’s gurgle twisting into a low, unnatural purl against the rain’s steady drum. That old lady knew something we didn’t, and it left an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
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