You've heard it was the pomegranate.
Those six juicy, ruby seeds, staining my lips and fingers. Sealing my fate. Damning me.
You've heard that's the reason I can't live my entire life in the sunlit lands, why every year, as the seasons turn, I must travel to the darkness of the underworld.
You haven't heard the truth.
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