Chapter 6 The Witch and the Decemvirate

The next day,

[Rina P.O.V]

The sky above Astralis was the color of a bruise that wouldn't heal.

I sat in the back of a carriage as black as obsidian - a void-coach pulled by horses made of smoke and sinew - watching the city pass like something from a nightmare I couldn't quite wake from.

Goth...

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