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The rain fell in steady, unforgiving sheets against the tall windows of the manor, blurring the already dim autumn light. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood, lavender wax, and something else—something heavier, like unspoken expectation.

“What happens to you?” Elara whispered.

And Elara knew—she already had.

A long silence stretched between them. Elara thought of the east tower, the covered mirror, the salt circle. She thought of all the ways she had already said yes without ever speaking the word.

“Good girl,” Missax breathed. “Now. Repeat after me.” missax - do this for me

Elara stood in the center of the library, her hands clasped in front of her. She had been summoned, as she always was, by a single folded note slipped under her door: “Come. I have something for you. —Missax.”

“This ring,” Missax said, “was my mother’s. And her mother’s before her. It binds the wearer to this house, to its land, to its purpose .” She paused. “I am dying, Elara. Not quickly, but truly. The blood in my veins is thinning. The cold is already in my fingers.” The rain fell in steady, unforgiving sheets against

Missax slid the ring onto Elara’s finger. It felt warm—impossibly warm—and then it bit down, not painfully, but possessively, as if the ring had teeth and had just taken its first taste.