Chapter 14 · free to read
Fourth Petal of six. High enough now that people asked me things. I did not have a single answer.
Four hundred students, every one of them in love with somebody. A whole building of ambient love-magic, and something had finally learned to drink it.
Nine students that first morning. They could not be woken. Their hands were warm and they were smiling.
Closer, and they open. Further, and they close. Four hundred years of curse, and its whole mechanism was that simple.
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