Kingdom of Ash and Blood
“If I give you absolution, I die for it. The contract always takes a toll.”
“You were already dead,” I said.
He looked up again — and for the first time, something flickered in his expression. A faint, unwilling respect. “Then speak the names.”
I told him mine. Told him Luca’s. Told him what we were about to sign.
He listened without interruption, fingers tracing symbols in the wax.
When I finished, he whispered a single Latin word — Testamentum.
Then he pricked his palm, let blood drip into the flame. The candle hissed, and the air thickened, like the monastery itself was listening.
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