Her master turned a little pale. Stavanna found this intriguing.
“Just a pinch, Master, Daran. Just a pinch. But the blood is necessary.” She stroked his hands, until, unwillingly, he opened them out. Another lever, and the mechanism grabbed each of his fingers.
“Necessary? Why?” He wasn’t trembling, quite, but his voice was quavering.
“This machine was made in the dark days after the collapse, Master. It needs fuel.”
He twitched. She kissed each of his fingers in turn, and then again, as ten little needles pierced him. “A soul machine.”
“Yes, master.” Behind him, the Mechanism awoke.
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