Chains Of The Heart
“Holt — blue — air. Clarity, distance, intellect… and aloofness. Air sees everything from above and rarely gets its hands dirty. Convenient, isn’t it?”
A pause.
Then Ezekiel’s smile sharpened.
“And Obsidian.”
He rolled the word slowly on his tongue like a forbidden fruit.
Most people would say darkness. Or void. Or death.
Instead, Ezekiel laughed — light, airy, and almost musical.
“Obsidian is not darkness, my dear king’s husband,” he said loudly enough for Alessio to hear. “It is shadow made solid.”
He pointed toward the cave mouth.
“Not earth, not water, not fire, not air… but the boundary between them. The cutting edge where worlds collide.”
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