God-s Blessing On This Cursed Ring- -v0.8.8b- -... Access

The first blessing came as a whisper, not from the ring but through it. A voice, softer than moth wings and older than the slate roof, threaded into the edges of my thoughts: Stay. It felt like a kindness offered as a bargain. Stay, and the ring would keep what I kept most dear; leave, and the ring would keep me.