Consequences #26 — Mariah

It’s a siren song and the rocks are cold and hard.

But it’s still not too late to enter. You have until tonight, when the clock strikes twelve and Mephis­to­p­holes zips up his bul­ging ledger, giv­ing it a final sat­is­fied slap as he turns away into the night, your eternal souls at his cruel mercy.

Step this way! But mind how you go.

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