First Bite
The parchment shook as if alive, threads of silver script weaving and vanishing as they read aloud:
When the twin flame rises and the mirror cracks,
The Sister shall sleep, but not alone.
A new gate opens.
And the Veilwalker walks both ways.
The words burned themselves into the hall, lingering like smoke.
Autumn’s hand rose, trembling despite herself. Her fingers closed around the chain. The moonstone was warm against her palm.
At that moment, the pendant at her neck pulsed bright—blazing white.
Outside, Tristan waited in the alley, leaning against the damp brick, blade across his knees. The shadows from the opera house flickered unnaturally, and his grip tightened.
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