FOREVER BOUND

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f the Blackwood Library, a relentless percuss

tled deep within my bones, a premonition as chilling as th

hick with the scent of aged paper and forg

ed section, a place shrouded in whis

ren song of the unknown, had dr

usty books, searching for answers

tant, unsettling feeling beneath my skin, thi

felt charged with an almost palpable energy, a sense of a

a truth that hummed beneath the surface of th

d the spine of a worn leather-book, its pa

rworldly symbols. The parchment felt brittle under

d: an obsidian shard, jagged and menacing

neck, a piece of my past I couldn't quite grasp,

ght was a constant reminder of the precarious balance

ntamed, pulsed through me, a vibrant h

in my throat. I stumbled back, my hand fl

d died, plunging the restricted se

it, a thrill of exhilaration pulsed, a strange,

ward, my fingers tracing the spines of th

my ribs, a frantic drumb

and, landed on a single volume bo

, shimmered faintly, as if

e, pierced the air as my

hen, faint at first, like the rustling of unseen wi

out the cacophony of voices, but the words seep

ing war, a cataclysmic event

ating warmth radiating through me, amplifying the w

beyond comprehension, a demo

d terrible bargains were struck. I squeezed m

uls, one human, one demonic, a connection that

ed down on me, a crushing burden

in my mind, a chilling reminder of the confli

nt, sliced through the whisper

fear and apprehension. My hand instinctively w

ette against the rain-lashed window, was a

shed obsidian, he emanated an aura of power that s

step back, my body t

lodious purr, devoid of any trace of human warmth.

harp and handsome, yet something about his pre

a captivating mask concealing a depth of

ilaration of the unknown battling wit

I found myself rooted to the spot, drawn

he storm raging within me. "And I'm here to help you unloc

t of energy surged through me, a wa

mething else in his eyes a cold, calculati

and malevolent, a hint of the darkn

shed again, a chilling premon

nausea wash over me. I stumbled back, my

felt like a cage, the ancient stone

s haunting me as I dashed into the storm-lashed nig

noticed. All I could think about was the prophe

minder that I was on the precipice of some

nning, and I was terri