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“I am going east,” she said.

At sixteen, she was sent to the capital, Verid Lux, to serve as a font —a living magical battery—for the Royal Collegium of Arcanists. She was assigned to Master Kellus, a gaunt man with spectacles and a kind, tired face. He wore a high-collared robe of midnight blue, stitched with silver threads that mapped constellations. Elara stood before him in his tower study, naked as a peeled apple, shivering despite the hearth.

“You unbound the knot,” the dryad whispered. “One woman, alone, unclothed, without a man’s gaze to twist it. The Tithe was a lie. The naked body is not a conduit for male magic. It is a key to the world’s own heart.” cmnf fantasy

“How do I free the others?” Elara asked.

In the Queendom of Veriditas, where magic flowed like groundwater and oaths were bound in sinew and silk, there was a law older than the throne itself: The Tithe of Skin . It was not a punishment, but a sacrament. All women, from the lowest chandler’s daughter to the Queen’s own blood, were required to be naked in the presence of any clothed man. “I am going east,” she said

Elara’s hands trembled as she took it. The fabric felt like sin against her bare skin. She pulled it over her head. The sensation of covering—of hiding —was so foreign it made her dizzy.

She stole Kellus’s spare tunic—a man’s garment, heavy wool, reaching her knees. She pulled it on over her shift. Then she walked out of the Collegium, through the moonlit streets of Verid Lux, toward the great eastern gate that faced the Howling Wood. He wore a high-collared robe of midnight blue,

She thought. “Warm. Whole. Like I could run through a wall.”