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A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse. A soldier she’d once failed to save stared at her with hollow eyes. Ludo’s voice echoed: “Your luck was never yours. It was borrowed. And now… it’s mine.”

“Impossible,” he whispered.

The labyrinth shuddered. The broken moments flickered. And from the impact, a new crack formed— her crack. epic seven crac

The tavern in the port city of Reingar was thick with the smell of cheap ale and desperation. Cermia loved it.

“Not a game of dice,” Ludo said, gesturing to the crack in the world behind him. “A game of fall . One step into my crack. If you find your way back before the sun sets, you win. If not… your luck becomes mine.” A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse

She sat at a corner table, a pile of gold coins glittering under the flickering lantern light. Across from her, a merchant with a sweaty brow stared at his empty purse.

Ludo’s grin widened impossibly. “Agreed.” It was borrowed

And as she walked out into the Reingar sunset, she flipped one of Ludo’s cursed coins. It came up heads.