Things Vampires Should Not Touch
Colson POV Silence settled back into the ravine like it had never been disturbed. No witch. No screaming. No hum of active magic beyond the faint, steady pulse beneath my feet. Just me. And the open stone compartment waiting patiently in front of me like it knew I’d eventually cave. I crouched there longer than I needed to. Not because I was afraid. Okay—partly because I was afraid. But mostly because I was thinking. “Well,” I muttered to myself, staring down at the layered sigils protecting the fragment, “this is usually the part where I make a really poor life choice.” The compartment was narrow, carved directly into the bedrock, lined with sigils so old they felt… tired. Not weak. Just ancient. Like they’d been standing guard for so long they no longer cared about theatrics.
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