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FLASHBACK

The Dark World had never been quiet.

Blood torches burned endlessly along black stone walls. The air was thick, heavy with power and old magic. From the highest balcony of the obsidian palace, Douglas stood STILL, his hands resting on the cold railing, red eyes fixed on the endless city below.

The city bowed to him, even in silence.

But tonight, something was wrong. A sharp pull ran through his chest.

Douglas stiffened, it wasn’t pain. It was ...