“I love them.” I held out my left hand. On my ring finger
was an oval ruby surrounded with diamonds. “I never take it off.” It was a family heirloom that I treasured.
“Papa told me you once said every ruby is a frozen drop of
human blood preserved forever as a jewel, and that if we could unlock the
secret of how to turn it back into blood, we would have the key to
immortality.”
The Witch of Painted Sorrows by M.J. Rose









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