Karupsha

Elara nodded, placing the velvet bag on the counter. "I want it gone. The whole season. The summer of 1998."

"If I do this," she whispered, "will I still know who I am?" karupsha

She found the entrance beneath the arch of the Old Aqueduct. There was no sign, only the smell of roasted chestnuts and ozone. She stepped through, and the noise of the city vanished, replaced by the low hum of a hundred whispered conversations. Elara nodded, placing the velvet bag on the counter