by Salora
Every blessing has a receipt, and the receipt is me.I am the Bonus: the line the Ledger writes in the margin when a mortal earns something, and the debt it collects when the line comes due. Eleven thousand summonings. Eleven thousand people who asked for power, and not one who asked what it cost.Then a tally-clerk named Wren Adair read the terms before she signed her name, and asked the one question no one had ever asked me.This is the account of the one I refused.
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