Eros Orisha Grace Iris !link!

"The Pantheon is never closed," Iris said, climbing the embankment with a fluid grace that made Grace’s breath hitch. "Only forgotten. You know the name. I heard you whisper it in your sleep last night. Eros ."

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Grace felt the change in herself. The heavy, grey blanket of apathy that had smothered her for decades vanished. Fear remained, but it was now sharp and electric, mingled with a fierce, pounding joy. "The Pantheon is never closed," Iris said, climbing