The
golden threads slithered in the black cauldron. They twinkled in the
light of the torch and might be considered beautiful by
some. Valuable for certain.
But
above all other things they were dangerous.
To
anyone who would dare to touch them and even worse for those the
threads tied themselves to.
Curses,
every last one of them.
Eternal
sleep.
Enslavement.
But
the curse most desired was missing from the withering mass.
The
one that would allow its owner to remain beautiful forever.
To
remain forever.
Immortality.
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