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HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

She nodded once, her fingers locking onto the grip of her tablet. ​They stepped onto the steel platform. As the safety grates slid shut with a heavy, definitive clang, the elevator began its descent into the dark bedrock of the Sahara, leaving the desert sun behind. ​Fifty chapters were in the books. The Architect had reached the absolute foundation of the Vane legacy. Now, it was time to meet the Prototype.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

Forever. End of book 36

This hunk of junk creaked once, and then the world instantly went dead. In that split second, gravity seemed to vanish, leaving my stomach stranded back on the tenth floor. The deafening screech of metal slamming against the emergency brakes echoed through the cramped shaft, before finally being swallowed by a silence that was far more terrifying. "Shit! What the hell was that?!" Bima shrieked, his voice cracking in the pitch-black void.

As my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, I heard Ruby's voice. Instinctively, I turned toward the doorway. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a little girl. It was a young Ruby, toddling toward me on clumsy little steps. Only this time, her face was filled with love. How wonderful it was. No one could have everything in life. As for me, I had already been given more than enough. I truly had no regrets. — Epilogue - Ruby. The day my father died was the first time I had seen him in thirty years.

Then, with a gesture, he signaled Tom, who came forward with something that looked like a book. Diana furrowed her brow in curiosity. "What is this?" "Open it and see," John said. Diana nodded and flipped open the "book" in her hands. As she opened it, the hard paper unfolded into a pop-up 3D structure. Upon closer inspection, the book displayed a castle with an intricate sky garden. In front of the castle was a deep blue lake with a semicircular bridge arching across it. The details were exquisite, capturing the beauty of a fairytale scene.

It began with an eerie, oppressive silence. Not the kind that wrapped around her as a comfort, but rather a heavy stillness that seemed to observe her every move. Autumn stood at the precipice of the graveyard, sprawling behind the aged Mirabella Estate, her dark hair fluttering gently in the unseen breeze. With her eyes shut tight, she lifted her palms toward the heavens, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs rhythmically. The cool metal of her pendant rested against her chest, a steady weight of familiarity, while The Book of the Veilwalker lay open on an ancient stone altar before her. Its pages fluttered erratically, stirred by a wind that felt wrong, alien, as if it siphoned whispers fro

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Green magic flared to life as the bookcase softly swung inward. ***