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When Ather’s dream is fractured, something darker takes the place of hope.
An innocent evening turns into a memory that will haunt Ather for the rest of his days.
“It’s not witchcraft or evil in our blood, Ather. Just bad luck.”
Does the world end when we make our biggest mistake, or does it only begin?
“It will take an exquisite arrogance,” she said. “A numbing euphoria. They will bind your hands and ankles with silk.”
Little black ghosts
They were kept in chests in dark corners. They were guarded. Watched over. Some, by angels. Others, demons.