This place is soaked with the stench of revenge. A world obsessed with vengeance is ripe for the tainting of souls. He’s close, his presence knitted into mine now, essences merged. It will be easy for me to find him, but also him to find me. Should he know what he’s looking for.

A canyon. Riders on horses below, chased by darkness, but the darkness is in them as well. One darker than the rest. Him. He holds a shadow by the throat, speaks to it in a language from the ether, one he shouldn’t know. His transcendence has already started. I’m too late to stop it, but I can follow to its conclusion.

I take what’s left of my hold on time and spin it forwards down its spine, floating alongside it like an eagle to a smoking plane, waiting for the spectacle of a landing al...

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