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A figure stepped in, draped in a coat that seemed to be made of woven smoke. Where a face should have been, there was only a shimmering, violet "S" carved into the dark, pulsing like a dying star.
"Elias," the figure breathed, and the temperature in the room dropped until the coffee froze in its pot. "You held the line long enough. Give it back." dark s
The figure leaned in, the violet 'S' burning bright. "The sun was just a dream you had in the dark, little spark. It’s time to wake up." A figure stepped in, draped in a coat