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Cassandra and the Third Eye
There were stars behind her gaze even now.
Eurydice may have been a captive of the underworld, but that didn’t mean she did not have her seldom escapes. Once upon a time, she had been wed to Orpheus — the love of her life, the soul mate she had won through fire and brimstone — and now, due to the cruelty of Hades, she was forbidden from speaking to him. Her once-husband, a poet of the senses, had gone missing many moons ago. The only good thing about her current arrangement was that Persephone, mistress of the underworld, was not so cruel as to chain Eurydice within the boundaries of the City Styx all the time.
On this full moon night, Eurydice took a taxi to the lower burrow — well outside the ley lines of Styx that made it such a formidable fortress — where the only other person she still loved resided.
Her sister Cassandra.
Eurydice stared up at a building that looked as if it were falling apart. Thirteen floors — an ominous number, to be sure, but Cassandra had tempted fate before. She chose floor six, the number of man — of mortals — for her residence. Eurydice climbed up flights of stairs framed by walls with peeling green paint. When she reached Cassandra’s door, she tapped three times. It was an old childhood ritual that hadn’t faded despite decades and distance.
