CH- 40
Mireille POV
Power smells like iron and incense.
Or maybe that’s just the Ritual Room.
I trace my finger along the carved sigil at the center of the obsidian altar, smiling at the faint hum beneath my skin. Tonight, this place will not be used for the Academy’s games. Tonight, it belongs to me...
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