Chadstone slid through the shadows on the edge of the trees. He chose a wrong path and crossed beneath a gap in the bows. Sunlight dappled between the leaves and left mottled spots of nothingness where his skin used to be. Sunlight didn’t kill shadows; in the sun, shadows merely vanished.
Chadstone drew his hand back from the light - he could feel it, in the sunlight, knew it was there, but he just couldn’t see it. He smiled sadly at his own form and then continued along the edge of the trees - he wouldn’t leave Dakshana alone in the village.
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