First Bite
Its pages fluttered erratically, stirred by a wind that felt wrong, alien, as if it siphoned whispers from another realm.
The ritual she was about to perform seemed straightforward: a Veil blessing meant to keep the restless spirits anchored in their eternal slumber.
But today… there was an unsettling absence of spirits.
No faint whispers scraping the edges of her consciousness.
No gentle tugs at the boundaries of her mind.
Nothing.
“It's too quiet,” Autumn murmured, her brow furrowed in concern.
Nearby, Jade stood wrapped in her oversized hoodie, hands buried deep in its pockets, shivering slightly from the autumn chill. “Maybe the spirits are just sleeping in,” she offered, her voice a mix
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