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Feast of shadows
Chapter Ten: The Feast of ShadowsI. Morning’s GhostsThe dawn seeped through the filthy glass, painting Elior’s tiny room in a frail, anemic light. Nightmares clung tight beneath his skin as he lay motionless on his cot, staring up into the mildew-flecked ceiling. Every muscle ached—the residue of battles both external and within—but the wounds had sealed overnight, leaving only faint, silvery lines upon his skin. Magic coiled in his marrow; with every beat of his heart it pulsed, restless, refusing to let him find peace.Knock. Knock. Knock.Sharp, urgent—too brittle, too early. Elior squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to will the world away, but the knocking persisted, gaining a rhythm that made his bruises throb. He forced himself upright, the blanket slithering to the floor. An echo of pain flared in his side, and faded instantly—as if his flesh had never been torn, as if suffering itself was denied permanence.He crossed the chill room, the floorboards creaking quietly be
blood
Jayce’s apartment was a prison of shadows and silence, where exhaustion and fear tightly coiled together. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, charged with a sense of dread that clung to every cracked corner. His eyes glowed hollow beneath bruised lids, dull yet burning with a tortured fire, as if haunted by fighting demons only he could see. His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, the muscles twitching involuntarily from the weight of restless nights tumbling endlessly into dawns soaked with sweat and dread. Every night, he sat in his worn chair, staring at the cracked wall opposite him — a fractured canvas littered with peeling paint and ghostly stains — convinced it held the whispers of ghosts that trailed his every step.Memories invaded like vultures. The cold barrel of a gun pressed to flesh. The roar of breathing choking in panic. Rico’s blood pooling beneath his own shaking hands. That night, three years ago, had clawed its way into his bones, never loosening its grip.And the
circuit
Chapter Nine: The Sin in the Circuit 1. The Descent The air in the old lab was humid and electric. Mold crawled up the peeling tile, and somewhere water dripped in a rhythm as tense as Jayce’s heartbeat. The battered memory drive in his palm felt volcanic, humming with secrets. He glanced sidelong at Zion, who wiped sweat off his brow and hunched over an ancient console, tirelessly plucking at the broken keys. They had been at it for hours—the sound of fingers on plastic, code on code, silence swelling between them and the world outside. Every now and then, the lights would flicker and Jayce caught his own reflection—a face wracked with exhaustion, eyes too sharp for someone his age. Below ground, it felt as if the world had split away and left them in the marrow of memory itself. Jayce thought of every promise broken: to Pops, to the crew, to Zion. He thought of Maya, her laugh echoing from some gilded room, always ten steps ahead. Grinding his teeth, he waited for answers, the g
rage and doubt
The Warehouse — A Crucible of Rage and Doubt The dilapidated warehouse reeked of rust and long-forgotten sins, with a single flickering bulb barely illuminating the bloodied concrete floor. Rain hammered the tin roof, a cold metronome to Jayce Carter’s trembling fists. His knuckles were raw, shredded from hours of brutal reckoning, red rivulets dripping down like the silent testimony of his self-inflicted torment. Across the room sat Zion, slumped in a heavy chair, wrists bound tight with thick chains carving wounds into his flesh. His face was bruised, swollen, and stitched with dark cuts, yet his silence was deafening—less a sign of guilt and more a stubborn projection of defiance. Nothing Jayce did could draw out more than the shallow rasp of a ragged breath. The tension in the air was suffocating, a choking silence punctuated only by the sharp drip of Jayce’s blood hitting stone. Rage and confusion wrestled inside Jayce’s chest, a storm unleashed and bottled all at once. Diesel
rage and blood
The Warehouse — Rage, Blood, and Unanswered Questions Rain battered the battered roof. The light overhead was one naked bulb, flickering a pale pulse over Jayce’s bloody hands. The warehouse air reeked: sweat, iron, betrayal. Each drip of blood from Jayce’s knuckles hit the cracked floor with its own judgment. Across from him, Zion hung limp in the chair, wrists tied so tight they’d begun to purple, bruised face mottled and swelling, but his mouth stayed stubbornly shut. Jayce’s fury was volcanic—a storm threatening to blind him. He’d wanted to break Zion. He’d wanted to make him beg. But every silence, every half-lidded glare was a new wound in Jayce’s gut. Diesel stomped in, eyes wild. “He played us, Jayce! Fed Grim every damn move. We’ve been rats in a cage!” His voice was raw, alive with betrayal’s poison. Jayce wiped his split knuckles on his shirt, scowled at Zion, then at Diesel. “Then why didn’t he run? He had chances. Why’d he stay?” Diesel spat, face dark as thunder. “Y
loyalty test
Jayce’s Loyalty TestThe abandoned building wore its scars like a war veteran—cracked concrete, rusted pipes dangling overhead, and shadows pooling in every corner like blood spilled long ago. Jayce led Zion inside without a word, his footsteps echoing hollow and hard, the silence between them thicker than any steel.Jayce stopped in a barren room, the detritus of forgotten lives swirling in dust motes caught in the weak shafts of light. At the far end, a man was tied to a chair — bruised, bloodied, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and pleading.Jayce grabbed a cold pistol from his coat, then slid it firmly into Zion’s palm.“You want to be one of us again?” Jayce’s voice was flat, dangerous. “Then kill him.”Zion stared at the man, then at the gun, hesitation bleeding into every breath he took. The captive’s voice cracked, shaky and urgent.“I’m innocent. I swear it. You don’t have to do this.”Jayce’s eyes were ice. “I don’t need a maybe beside me. I need a monster.”The air tighten
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