Darkness was no longer outside Yousef it was inside him.
It spoke in a voice older than thought, smoother than silk, and it called him Heir.
After stabbing the Devil, there was no victory.
Only awakening.
Yousef lay in the ruins of the bone cathedral, the shard of the Mirror fused into his palm, pulsing with each beat of his heart. But it no longer shone it…
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