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