Fury sparked in Chadstone’s veins. He was on his feet and across his chamber, slashing his fingertips to scrawl runes across the wall. But the portal never opened. Chadstone snarled and slammed his fist against the stone wall - one of the Others must have put a binding rune on the edge of his plane.
Chadstone reached up and wrenched his name-charm up over his head and began carving an ink supply up the inside of one arm.
Voices floated from the scrying bowl, taunting him.
“We are the shadows who linger at the edges of your light - and watch.”
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