The Ancients lingered in a jagged circle around the World Pool, the dead, dark waters at the bottom of The Well, gazing into the water with eager, hungry eyes.
Chadstone was glad he could only see their eyes. Their eyes were every color of the elements, as beautiful and agonizing as his own. Their faces had once been as fair - fairer, even - as his, but time and the game had turned them to their true, final forms. Chadstone did not relish the thought of living in shadow as they did, but he could not resist the pull of the game.
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