She chose black. He took red.
From the shadows, a hand reached out. A grimy, familiar hand. Her brother. He wasn’t supposed to be here — he had lost his future, his will to act. But she hadn’t bet his presence . And in The Lustery, presence was enough. connect four lustery
The candle flame turned blue.
The room spun. She could feel letters peeling off her soul: E... la... ra... gone. She chose black