The Stumble Inn
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The Stumble Inn

Sacred — Dark Fantasy Short Story

She was born to be the Sacred Sacrifice for her people.

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It remained on my tongue, ashen and warm, the sacred drink a nectar so sweet the gods, themselves, would weep for its touch.

And it was mine, given as was right, nothing more than a taste, perhaps, but enough.

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