A Flame in the Shadow
Because this time, it’s real.
Lazriel looks around at all of us, flamboyance dimmed but not gone. “Well,” he says quietly, “that’s it then. We either win… or the Obsidian Throne claims another set of ghosts.”
Azrael inclines his head. “Get some rest. Clear minds. Steady hands.”
The candles dim further, like the room itself understands; tomorrow, everything changes. Tonight, we sit together in the quiet, no longer pretending we don’t know what’s coming. No one reaches for another drink.
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