The Curse of Zeus, pt 2: The Stoneman of Imbros

Mariah had slept the night in an actual bed. The owner of the bed—baker? armourer?—had offered it to her in gratitude to the great and mighty sorceress (witch, actually) and saviour of his cousin’s… something something? She’d stopped paying attention and started praying to Dionysus that there would be wine. When they got there and there was wine, she felt justified that she’d stopped listening to the story about his uncle. In celebration, she’d also invited him to join her in the bed, but neither his wife nor her curse would let her. For the hundredth time that day, she swore at the witch who’d put it on her, this curse of “justice.”

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