Moonlit Bargain  - Web Generation





She waited where the chapel used to pray. 
The stones remembered hymns. She remembered hunger. Purple fire crawled over the ruin like a living vein, and the moon hung low enough to watch.
“Ask,” she said, smiling with too many sharp secrets.
“But choose the words carefully. Night always collects.”
Then the lightning answered first. 

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