Nisha was lying on the bed. The blood from the gash on Nisha's forehead had dried on the bed sheets beneath her. The big metal vase, from which she had
been hit, was lying nearby. She was breathing though. Downstairs Dhruv, the Hermit scion, was lying unconscious. He would die in the hospital later.
Soon, dark whispers began to fill the air.
The Hermit has been cursed yet again.
Avantika has visited yet again.
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