Chadstone faced his elders, cold realization settling into the pit of his stomach. It came with a sense of serenity he’d never known, a calmness and unity of purpose that he hadn’t thought possible for one utterly soulless. There was only one solution to this problem. They’d created him for the sole purpose of playing a game, made him the most ingenious and capricious shadow possible - and they’d made him well.
He lowered his gaze, as if regretful he was losing his game piece, and watched Dakshana from beneath his lashes one last time.
“She knows what she must do.”
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