The Seal Stone

When the seal stone reaches its true seal, the apocalypse must break. At the end of every apocalypse, there are lives lost. To whom does this honor belong? •I ran my finger around the circle of his tattoo one turn. "Do you feel?" ' I asked bitterly. "There's a big sign right here." If he spoke bravely, he would probably say stamp. Or damn. "You don't see it, but you feel it. It's right here. A rope that wraps you around you." My other hand slipped down Cesur's arm and my fingers tangled in his. “A web that connects everything,” I said, admiring his tattoo. "Just like me." •

Ola24 · Fantasy

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Chapter 68

I hadn't even locked the door yet when my phone started ringing. It was late afternoon and the weather was starting to cool down slowly.

I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. Cesur's voice was breathless. "You left the house, are you going somewhere?"

I sneakily looked around. Where were these scouts really? It was frustrating for them to follow me.

"Am I on some kind of probation?" I was careful not to sound angry.

"No, baby," she replied to me. I grimaced as a painful groan came from behind me.

"What was that?" I locked the door of the house and left the porch.

"Puppies' training day," he said wearily. "Where were you going?"

"Looking for a job."

"Wait a minute," he said, then his voice began to come from a little distance. "You guys go on. And stop fighting like kittens." I thought he was moving away from the training area when the sounds got a little quieter. "Looking for a job?"

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