All We Hunger For – Anna Mercier

Worse, she’d revived a longing in him, one he satisfied by sketching an outline of Café Divin from memory. He knew the abandoned building. Everyone in the Restes did. It contained magie, quarter legend said. If you stood on the street after midnight and stared up into the broken windows, you would see your heart’s desire. Rubbish. And the spell Elara had cast over him was too. He’d shoved the sketchbook into his drawer, sent a letter to Lafontaine, and left before he could delude himself any further.

Regardless of whatever feelings he had for Elara, they couldn’t get in the way of their plans. Besides, she’d hate him if she ever learned the truth. The only option to keep her safe and keep them on track was to tell his father about her past. They could get ahead of the story, and maybe, just maybe, Lafontaine could convince Elara to be a different symbol to the Restes Quarter.

A rebel traitor. He moved to the only comforting object in the room: a painting, barely the size of a dinner plate. It hung alone on an alabaster wall near the window, where it would catch both the morning and evening light. An indigo river set beneath an ashen-sapphire city rippled with small white crests of waves. The buildings leaned toward one another, forming a dark cavern at the end of a small, lonely bridge.

A singular street light burned, rippling lines of yellow and white across the layered brushstrokes. The art didn’t match his father’s austere office, but Nik knew why it belonged. A lone figure entered from the bottom right corner. If it weren’t for the details only Nik and his father might notice, she might’ve been a nameless subject, but his father was nothing if not particular: long black hair, dirt smudged upon her fingertips, a pocket full of herbs.

A bundle of lavender in her basket. Nik’s mother stopped on the bridge, looked left to the south, then right to the north. In the end, she chose north. She always did.

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1kitap1.com/en For Stephen 1kitap1.com/en THE SEVEN SOCIÉTÉS Société des Arts Culinaires Société des Arts Humains Société des Arts Visuels Société des Arts Littéraires Société des Arts Spectacle Société des Arts Manufacturiers Société des Arts Nécessaire THE FOUR RANKS Souverain Directeur Professionnelle Aspirant 1kitap1.com/en 1 ELARA Elara knew better than to hope, yet there she stood within a crowd of other doe-eyed fools gawking at the same flyer. They’d been pasted around the Quarter this morning, and the crowds amassed because magie like this rarely made it south across the Joyaux.

Upon shiny white paper, an eerie likeness of the late Souverain of Arts Culinaires smiled and waved at her audience as if she hadn’t died last week. Like all Souverains in the Counseil des Sept, she was decked entirely in white: shimmering dress, dyed hair, long eyelashes, and manicured nails. When she wasn’t preening for the crowd, she recited the information at the bottom of the poster.

“The time has come to host the Objet d’Art Contest!” she called. Children in the front row squealed, clapping their hands at the rare magie that made the painting move. “With my unfortunate passing, a successor must be chosen, and it could be you!” Elara walked away. She’d heard it a dozen times already that morning.

The posters were everywhere, and they droned on about the same bullshit that always ended in the same useless question: Will you be one of the Favored? No. Elara would not be chosen to compete, and she knew better than to let the stubborn pang of disappointment break her focus. She had a more sensible task ahead of her.

Turning a street corner manned by an Anespérer officer dressed in black, she thumbed the three coins in her dress pocket. Four years and Elara still couldn’t walk past them without hunching her shoulders or averting her gaze. The narrow street stretched between leaning tenements and emptied out into what used to be the heart of the Restes neighborhood—The Market.

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