Vel Gendis !exclusive! -

I should have stopped. Every instinct, every ghost story I’d ever collected, screamed at me to run. But the academic hunger is a terrible thing. It unlatches the doors that common sense keeps locked.

He raised one too-long hand. The fog thickened, turning the colour of spoiled milk. From within it came the sound of locks clicking open. Doors. Every door in the cove, swinging wide on their own. vel gendis

"Three times," he said. His voice was not loud, but it was everywhere —inside my skull, under my skin, in the marrow of my bones. "It has been so long since anyone had the courtesy to say my name thrice. You are a polite one." I should have stopped