Enter the Shadows
“But the man is rabid. So are his goons. Did I tell you they stole a shipment of antiques from one of my clients? They were furious. My reputation, as you know, is my most precious commodity. That almost cost me my business.”
Vescovi pulled his chair closer to the bed, leaning in like a conspirator trading secrets. “We don’t talk about the shadows either. I think it was retribution for what we did to our makers. How fitting for our creations to almost drive us to extinction. Luckily, our elders knew when to pick up their skirts and run. The werewolves—you all thought you could fight. Our elders made those shadows from pure dark soul magic. They are death,” he whispered, death like the very m
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