Chadstone watched them enter the third chamber, the new phase for a nightmare, and reflected on the chilling, immortal truth of the girl’s words. She had no idea the knowledge she possessed, the danger in words and names. He reached up, curled a fist around his name stone, and wished, for a single moment, that the word had never been uttered.
Chadstone.
Youngest of the shadows.
What a game he played, what a web he wove, what strings he danced on for the other shadows’ entertainment. He set his jaw grimly and faded back through outer layers of the spell.
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I love these! I feel as if I get a greater depth of character and situation.
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