"I shift my weight, the rubber sole of my Golden Empress delivery boot sinking into something that isn’t tarmac or cobblestone—something soft, loamy, sweet enough to make my mouth water unbidden, like I’ve stepped into the bakery my grandma ran back in Cardiff, back before she retired."
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"I don’t recognise them at first—tall, lanky, wearing a tattered white chef’s coat, their face pale and hollow, eyes milky white."
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"The air around us starts to shimmer, faint, like heat rising off a pavement on a hot summer day—faint distortions in the air, only visible to those with supernatural sight, just as Isolde had explained weeks prior."
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"I shift my weight, the rubber sole of my Golden Empress delivery boot sinking into something that isn’t tarmac or cobblestone—something soft, loamy, sweet enoug…"
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"A shadow solidifies at my elbow, towering just over six feet, their faint violet eyes glowing against the warm amber sky stretching above us."
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"No sun warms the air, just that soft, honeyed light that makes every shadow look like a living thing, curling at the edges of the trees, slithering between the …"
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"Isolde’s lips curve in that faint, ethereal smile, and she gestures to a row of pear trees heavy with fruit that glows deep crimson, each pear the size of my he…"
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"I pick it up, and it’s warm, too warm, and when I press my thumb into the skin, it breaks open to reveal flesh that glows the same deep crimson, sweet-smelling …"
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"The ash smells like the village that burned down around them, I realise, and I squeeze the shadowy wisp around my wrist in silent solidarity."
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"We pass a large canvas tent, its flaps pulled open, and inside, I see a line of gaunt figures in stained chef coats, stirring giant cauldrons that bubble with a…"
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"A stack of silver plates sits beside each cauldron, each plate piled high with food that glows iridescent, and when a breeze blows through the tent, the plates …"
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"Further along, we reach a long table draped in silk that shimmers like oil, covered with plates of food that make my mouth water: roasted squid with iridescent …"
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"I glance down at the Heartstone at my throat, which is thrumming so hard it’s nearly slipping over the silver chain, and then at the crescent scar on my wrist, …"
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"The Heartstone at my throat throbs so hard it nearly pulls the chain over my head, and I grab it, pressing it against my chest, trying to steady my racing heart…"