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There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

At a singles' night party, we played a game of "Never Have I Ever." My boyfriend drew a card that read, 'I have never betrayed my best friend.' The moment he finished reading it aloud, the atmosphere froze, and every one of our friends turned to look at me. Three seconds later, as if they had silently agreed beforehand, they all picked up their penalty drinks and downed them in one go. I was the only winner of that round, which meant I could choose either Truth or Dare for the losers. Without hesitation, I asked, "How did you betray your friend?" To my surprise, everyone fell silent. Just as my best friend was about to drink her penalty, my boyfriend suddenly pressed down on her hand. He