For the first time in twenty years, Kaelen felt warmth that wasn't rationed.
“Who are you?” Kaelen asked.
“You shouldn’t be here, Archivist,” a voice whispered from the shadows. It was a voice that dripped like honey—unregulated, dangerous. the legacy of hedonia: forbidden paradise
Low-lit, red-filtered shot of hands reaching through bars. For the first time in twenty years, Kaelen