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“What do you mean you will become Pluto?” Sanctus asked in confusion. I despised this aspect of being a co-leader. Mater was to be Proserpina. I was to be Pluto. It was the positions we held within Caeruleum. Hades and Persephone – the givers, the protectors. Pluto and Proserpina – the takers, the grievers. There…
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A soft mist speckled the warbled glass that had been inset into the old archer’s slots of Wallace’s room. A servant had left lit candles, leaving the colorful glass quivering. Rowan left Farrow and me to ransack the heir apparent turned wizard’s rooms while he went back to the storage chests in the basement to…
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Six weeks passed with few outstanding events. Sanctus’s back healed from the stitches, leaving behind itchy scabs that drove him up the wall. He went daily to see Medicus after we dropped Sam and Abby off at Argenti’s together. Within a week and a half of our conversation about his embroidery, he joined with Vestitor…

