The Wine of Intent
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-11-22 21:22:35

Aveline arrived at Elder Stoneclaw’s residence under the dim shimmer of late evening wards, her steps unhurried, her expression perfectly composed. The lacquered box in her hand glowed faintly beneath the lanterns—its contents more dangerous than its elegant exterior suggested.

She knocked once.

No response.

She knocked again.

This time she heard movement—slow, heavy, but steady enough to betray that the elder was not quite as far gone as he often appeared.

The door opened.

Stoneclaw stared at her with bleary yet strangely lucid eyes, holding a half-empty bottle. His posture was slouched but not collapsed—more like a man pretending to be worse off than he was.

“Aveline,” he grunted. “I haven’t had a guest in years. And I do not want one.”

Aveline bowed gracefully, the perfect image of courtesy.

“My apologies for disturbing your rest, Elder,” she said softly. “I came only to offer a small gift.”

Stoneclaw eyed the box suspiciously. “A gift?”

“Yes,” she replied, lifting it slightly. “A
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