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The Cider Codes"Some places are burdened by secrets beyond this world."In the imperial capital of Eterna—built on ambition and blood—there are rules. Unwritten, unbreakable codes. And at the heart of them all: Do not cross the Cider Shop.In a forgotten corner of the city, where sunlight never quite reaches, stands a convenience store no one dares challenge. The owner is quiet, unassuming—but in every quarter of Eterna, people have learned it’s best to follow the proper Cider Code protocol.The Police Code: Enter only for official business. Be respectful. Never ask too many questions.The Yakuza Code: Never touch the shop. Never speak of the girl inside. Some things aren’t worth the price.The Local Politicians Code: Zoning laws must warp around the store. City meetings should skip the entire district. Best to pretend the shop doesn’t exist.The Imperial Secret Police Code: If the store is on your surveillance list, never try to film from the inside. Always remain outside while collecting information.The Church of the Veiled Prophet Code: Light incense at the door. Never cross the threshold. She is connected to something you cannot comprehend.The Taxi Association Code: Better a lost fare than a lost driver. Just refuse to take anyone there. Do not accept any fares from that location.The PTA Code: Keep her informed about your children, if possible. Always try to give her pictures so she can keep them safe.The Store Code: The freezer must always be stocked. The cider must always be cold. Never offer a flavor that isn’t available. And never, under any circumstances, allow it to reach room temperature.The Real Estate Agent’s Mistake: Josh, a confident agent with ties to a powerful noble family, has been tasked with securing land for a special project. His connections run deep—through the Imperial Empress, no less. He thinks he can outsmart the locals. But when he sets his eyes on the cider shop, he begins to realize that some properties aren’t meant to be owned. The shop isn’t just a building. It’s a secret. And every step closer to claiming it might be his last.Whispers circulate in the city. Some say she bargained with the darkness itself, binding her soul to something ancient and malevolent. She’s not just feared—she is fear. Others speak in hushed tones of a different truth: that she was chosen to guard the fragile line between this world and the shadows eager to consume it.In this horror-comedy, the truth lies somewhere in between. And whatever’s going on— you’d better pray the cider never runs out. Statistics Overall Score This fiction has not received enough ratings yet to have a score. Total Views : 11 Average Views : 11 Followers : 0 Favorites : 0 Ratings : 0 Pages : 5 Advertisement Go to Table of Contents Mark as Not Interested Follow Favorite Read Later Fiction breaking rules? Report Advertisement Author