DAXTON

She vanished into thin fucking air. One blink, she was there. The next, she was gone. It began to rain as I stood by the gate, staring at the empty space the strange woman had just been standing in.

All that remained was a single obsidian card.

I opened the gate and stepped out, picking it up slowly. It was heavier than I’d expected, the surface unnaturally cold. My fingers grazed the symbol carved into its center, a jagged crescent crossing through a coiled serpent.

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