You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.
A. Merc Rustad, Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology
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