Vessa’s Bloodline

They came at dusk.

Three witches robed in flame-silk, their garments tattered by time, their movements soundless. Their faces were half-burned, half-veiled, and their mouths sealed shut with threads of ember-iron, an oath no fire could melt.

No one saw them arrive.

No footsteps echoed. No scent b...

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