20. You Are The Blood Today

Elias didn't speak. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a glowing translucent vein that ran from his wrist to his elbow. It didn't pulse with the red of a heartbeat; it thrummed with a deep, liquid gold.

He was the blood. He was the library. And with every transaction, he became a little more hollow, a book with its pages slowly being torn out to fuel someone else's fire. 20. You Are the Blood

The woman produced a sterile needle and a vacuum vial. "The Council doesn't care about ghosts, Elias. They care about survival." Elias didn't speak