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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.

Missax tilted her head. “Then the house will stand empty until it finds another. But you, my dear, would not survive the winter. You have already seen too much. Touched too many forbidden things. The house knows you.” missax - do this for me

But in the corner of the room, the shadows seemed deeper. And from somewhere far above, in the east tower, she heard the faint, satisfied whisper of a woman’s voice. Missax slid the ring onto Elara’s finger

Elara should have run. Any sensible person would have. But she had been chosen, shaped, prepared for this moment across years of strange requests and midnight trials. Missax had not been training a servant. She had been crafting a vessel. “Then the house will stand empty until it finds another