The Artifacts
Each one belongs to a story
Skin Me
The Whip
Black leather. Braided tight. The handle is bone — smooth from centuries of hands.
Carry Me
The Wig
Auburn curls like fire frozen mid-fall. The wig has been watching. It watches everyone.
Book 3
The Hourglass
The sand is red. The sand flows upward. Time inside moves backward.
Lay Me
The Tarot Box
Every card has a name. Every name has a price. The Strength card chose you.
The Glove
Red kid leather, left hand only. She never dropped anything again. But she couldn't let go.
The Mirror
It shows not your face, but the face you'll wear in ten years.
The Compass
It doesn't point north. It points to where you need to be.
The Scrolls
Ancient texts in a language no one alive can read. But they hum at night.
