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She had opened it. She had not screamed. But she had seen the dried herbs hung upside down, the circle of salt on the floor, and the mirror covered in black cloth. And she had said nothing.

Now, Missax stepped closer and opened the box. Inside lay a ring—not gold or silver, but something darker, like petrified wood or bone. Set into it was a garnet that seemed to pulse with its own inner light. missax - do this for me

Elara’s throat tightened. She had never been able to refuse. Not when Missax asked her to sit for portraits for hours until her neck ached. Not when she asked her to read aloud from crumbling Latin texts she didn’t understand. Not even the night Missax had placed a cold, antique key in her palm and whispered, “Open the door to the east tower, and do not scream.” She had opened it

“Do this for me.”

“And if I refuse?” Elara asked, though she already knew the answer. And she had said nothing

No one knew Missax’s full name, or if she even had one beyond that. She was the mistress of the estate, a woman of sharp cheekbones and sharper silences. Her hair was the color of burned copper, and her eyes held the cold patience of a bird of prey. The household staff feared her. The village whispered she had buried two husbands. But to Elara, Missax was simply… inevitable.