"Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with." — Louise Erdrich
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How was this going to help him? Ben had wondered when Victoria went on and on about the story of the short-lived love between Aphrodite and Adonis.
It was so cheesy and overrated, he claimed in his heart and wouldn't have listened so far if it wasn't connected to his fate. But now, he doesn't know what to think anymore.
"What?"
"You heard me right, medium," Ruby told him, "You're going to die,"
He shot up to his feet, "That's nonsense. I came here to get a solution but it seems all you do is blunt stories woven by drunk scholars and historians," Ben was set to leave, "It was a mistake coming here,"
