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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023
Submitted to Contest #234
Niamh Ó Lochlainn: London, 2024I writhed on the bed in pain, retching and nauseous, unable to even look at the destination I had paid such a steep price to journey to. The fairy folk had taken small sacrifices from me before. A lost bowl or cup here, a few drops of blood there. But this incantation meant consequences unlike any I had experienced before.My body craved relief, an end to the pain, but oblivion would not come. The Aos Sí would take what I owed. I held back moans on the damp mattress.Through the haze, I was grateful for the punis...
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