Episode 85

The antique locket, a delicate filigree of tarnished silver, lay open in Natasha’s palm. It was a forgotten thing, unearthed from a dusty box in the attic, a space she rarely frequented. Inside, instead of the expected miniature portraits, were two intricately carved obsidian shards. They pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible warmth against her skin, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t just the