Stranger Shore
The image faded as she reached a well and called out into it, her hand still cupped around her mouth as the slimy head of a huge salamander appeared, and soon the center of the table showed nothing again but milky clouds.
Luck leaned back and laughed. "A priestess of Erinlin? How novel."
"Oh, but it has surprised me," Love said, twirling a finger through raven hair. "I had forgotten that cult of yours still existed."
Death allowed herself one of her small closed-off smiles, and nobody commented that, in the great game of Life, one did not forget.
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