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Aurora stepped through the tear in the Veil, skin prickling as the shimmering distortion parted like liquid glass. Air hot enough to scorch her throat hit her lungs. The sky stretched above them in a boundless sheet of molten amber, unmarred by sun or clouds. Isolde drifted over the threshold behind her, her waist-length silver hair lifted by a breeze that carried no draft. Her bare feet brushed the glass-smooth crimson soil without disturbing a single crystal grain or leaving a footprint behind. Nyx rose from Aurora's shadow, their six-foot-two silhouette stretching upward until glowing violet eyes burned in a face made of pure darkness. "The air tastes of bruised plums and iron." Nyx's voice drifted past Aurora's ear, soft as dry leaves scraping pavement. Aurora gripped the leaf-shaped hilt of her Fae-forged blade. The moonsilver dagger hummed against her palm, cold as arctic ice despite the oppressive ambient heat. Beneath her linen shirt, the thumbnail-sized Heartstone pendant throbbed against her collarbone, beating in rhythm with her pulse and glowing a ferocious crimson. "We aren't in Richmond anymore." Aurora adjusted her hold on the dagger, her bright blue eyes scanning the vast landscape. Giant marble columns, thick as old-growth oaks and wrapped in thornless violet vines, marched in broken rows toward a distant mountain range carved into the shapes of sleeping giants. High above, massive, translucent creatures swept through the amber sky, their long ribbon tails trailing behind them like silk banners. They made no sound, but the air vibrated with a low hum that shook the soles of Aurora's boots. "Isolde, is this Dymas?" Isolde stroked a leaf larger than a war shield. "Where hunger reigns, the vines drink deep and never wither." She smiled, pale lavender eyes reflecting the amber sky. "You walk upon soil that has swallowed ten thousand banquets." Aurora moved toward the nearest ruined archway. The stone wasn't granite or marble; close up, it shifted color like mother-of-pearl, embedded with crushed gems that caught the golden light. She touched her left wrist, her thumb tracing the crescent scar near her pulse point before pulling away to keep her hand near her weapon. "Watch the canopy." Nyx melted from solid form into a flat ink-stain on the pearlescent stone, sliding up the face of the archway with dizzying speed before pooling at the top. "Things hunt here that do not require legs to stalk." "Can you see a path down into the valley?" Aurora called up, her voice dropping lower as a strange rustling echoed from a nearby orchard. Trees in the grove stood thirty feet tall, their bark silver and sleek like polished chrome. Instead of leaves, thick clusters of glass-like spheres dangled from the branches, each orb filled with swirling, colored liquids—ruby red, topaz yellow, deep sapphire. The scent drifting off them was overwhelming, a mixture of caramelized sugar, roasted spices, and dark wine that made Aurora's mouth water against her will. "The path chooses those who carry the key." Isolde stopped before a low basin carved from obsidian. Fluid flooded the basin from an unseen source, clear and bubbling like a mountain spring, yet scenting the air with heavy, fermented honey. "Drink, and the way clears. Refuse, and the gardens loop forever." "She can't lie, but she certainly knows how to frame a trap." Aurora stepped past Isolde, angling her Fae-forged blade so the moonlight luminescence caught the edge of the dark pool. "Is it poisoned?" Isolde tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "Poison stops the heart. Dymas prefers to keep hearts beating very fast." Nyx dropped from the top of the archway, coalescing into their towering silhouette beside Aurora. Violet fire flared in their hollow eye sockets. "The liquid is alive. Tiny tendrils stir beneath the surface." Aurora bent lower. The reflection in the bubbling pool wasn't her own face—her straight black hair and bright blue eyes were replaced by a crown of woven brambles and skin stained gold. She jerked back, her hand flying to her chest where the Heartstone throbbed against her ribs like a second heart. "The pendant is reacting." Aurora pulled the silver chain out from beneath her collar. The deep crimson gemstone flared, casting blood-red light across the obsidian basin. The bubbling liquid parted instantly, draining down a series of hidden slitted grates at the bottom of the basin. The heavy obsidian slab groaned, sliding back with the sharp crack of ancient gears grinding together. A spiral staircase plunged straight down into the earth, lit by pale, luminescent moss creeping along the steps. "A cellar." Nyx hovered over the opening, shadow-tendrils testing the air rising from the dark descent. "Or a larder." "Only one way to find out." Aurora led the way down, stepping onto the damp moss. The heat of the amber sky vanished the moment her boots cleared the threshold. Cold air rushed up to meet them, thick with the smell of turned earth, crushed spices, and ancient, stagnant water. The stone walls of the shaft were lined with niches. In each alcove sat brass urns, sealed with red wax and inscribed with intricate runes that burned Aurora's eyes to look at directly. "Helbound contracts," Isolde murmured from behind, her speech melodic and unhurried. "Souls bound to serve the kitchens of Prince Belphegor. Each jar holds a recipe that cost a life." "Let's leave the jars alone." Aurora kept her Fae blade raised, its cold, blue-white light cutting through the subterranean gloom. The spiral stairs emptied into a cavernous hall. Columns carved in the shape of sprawling grapevine trellises held up a ceiling so high it was lost in shadow. Down the center of the hall stretched a long wooden table, carved from a single trunk of dark wood. Silver goblets, golden platters, and crystal decanters lay scattered across the surface, buried beneath centuries of dust and petrified food. At the head of the table sat a high-backed throne made of polished bone. "Someone left in a hurry." Aurora brushed her fingers over a golden platter. The dust peeled away to reveal a carved crest—a crown resting atop a split pomegranate. "Or they were interrupted." Nyx glided toward the far wall, where a massive iron door stood partially ajar. Black frost coated the hinges, crawling outward across the stones in thin, skeletal patterns. "The cold does not belong to Dymas. Something else forced its way inside." Aurora approached the iron door, her boots echoing against the flagstones. She held up her blade. The Fae-forged silver hummed loudly now, vibrating so hard her fingers buzzed. "A tear within a tear," Aurora whispered, staring through the gap in the iron door. Beyond lay no room or cellar. A vast chasm opened up before them, falling away into an abyss filled with floating islands of shattered rock, each connected by shimmering bridges of light. Strange, ancient ruins clung to the floating rocks, defying gravity under a sky torn open to expose cold, unfamiliar stars. Isolde stepped beside her, gazing into the void without blinking. "We have reached the edge of the domain." Aurora shifted her grip on the moonsilver dagger and took a step closer to the drop.