“Where did you get this?” “Bela’s jar.” I raised an eyebrow at them and their grin widened enough to show off the small pointed canines in their mouth. “I know where she keeps her stash.” “I don’t even know where she keeps her stash,” I countered, the bafflement enough to temporarily ease the anxiety that pooled in my elbows. I’d never cleaned out the Belamour’s offering jar, yet the things that went into it always seemed to disappear at some point. It never got full, never so much as passed the halfway point in the past forty or so years we had it. “I’ve never known where she keeps her
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