"She had felt it heat up back in the Fae Grove, drawing them to that shimmering tear in the Veil—a rift Isolde had called \"uninvited but inevitable.\" Now, here they stood in this place that wasn't Earth, wasn't the Fae realms she barely understood."
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"Vines twisted overhead in arches that formed natural corridors, heavy with clusters of fruit she didn't recognise—globes the size of her fist, skin mottled purple and gold, dripping nectar that sizzled faintly on the ground."
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"The ground underfoot softened, mulch giving way to what felt like spongy flesh—warm, pulsing subtly."
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"\"Dymas, they call it. Or so I gleaned from the rift's edge. A prince rules here, one of sloth and excess. Belphegor, perhaps? The fruits promise indulgence, but indulge too far...\" They trailed off, violet gaze fixing on a distant structure—a grand pavilion rising from the haze, its pillars wound with more vines."
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"No one manned the feast, yet voices echoed—laughter, clinking glasses, murmurs of satisfaction."
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"Aurora's scar on her left wrist itched, a reminder of childhood falls and sharper pains since—Evan's grip, the flight to London."
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"Halfway down, a breeze stirred, carrying snatches of song—melodic, wordless, pulling at her like an invitation."
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"Then darker—Evan's fists, the pendant's arrival in a unmarked envelope, the first whisper of shadows in her flat above Silas' bar."
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"Tiered seats encircled a central arena where figures—human-like but with skin tinted unnatural shades—chopped, stirred, and flambéed at blazing stations."
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"Unease twisted into outright dread—these weren't ghosts; they were bound souls, helbound as Isolde had hinted in the Grove."
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"Aurora stumbled as the portal's grip released her, boots sinking into soil that smelled of overripe fruit and something metallic, like blood-tinged wine."
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"She caught her balance against a vine-heavy trellis, its leaves rustling with unnatural life, as if whispering secrets in a language just beyond hearing."
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"It throbbed warm against her skin, a steady pulse that matched her quickening heartbeat."
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"Vines twisted overhead in arches that formed natural corridors, heavy with clusters of fruit she didn't recognise—globes the size of her fist, skin mottled purp…"
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"Orchards stretched in every direction, rows upon rows of gnarled trunks laden with pears that glowed faintly, apples veined with crimson, and berries that humme…"
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"The stone shifted, revealing itself as a carved pedestal, etched with symbols that swirled before her eyes, forming faces mid-scream."
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"She pushed aside a curtain of hanging moss, which parted with a sigh, revealing a clearing dominated by long wooden tables groaning under platters of food."
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"Roasts steamed, pies oozed fillings that shimmered like liquid gold, and bowls overflowed with salads of leaves that rustled as if breathing."
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"They descended a set of stairs carved from what looked like petrified bone, the steps smooth and worn as if trod by countless feet."
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"Sweetness exploded on her tongue, followed by a burn that made her gasp."
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"Aurora brushed one, and it burst, spraying juice that stung her skin like acid."
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"Laughter echoed again, closer now, from behind a hedge of thorny bushes bearing flowers that snapped at passing insects."
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"Ingredients floated to them on wisps of air: spices that ignited mid-flight, vegetables that screamed when sliced."