The Belladonna Reliquary was never meant for the living.
Forged in the hidden hours of the Academy's darker days, it cradled the memory of a vanished order — scholars who drank deeply from the wells of forbidden knowledge, who spoke in the language of poisons and signed their secrets in ash and ink.
The necklace, woven from gold and silver, bears a black stone like a sealed eye, and tiny seedlike beads that seem to hum with dormant vows. It was said each reliquary held a fragment of a forgotten oath, a lesson learned too dearly, a whisper that once brought ruin to halls now silent.
Those who find such relics today are wise to be wary. Belladonna's beauty is fatal, and not all ghosts are content to rest.
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