“He held a book of the occult in his hands. He was about to step right over the boundary between the licit and not, to follow a dead, sorcerer’s instructions and address the demonic.
And at a time like this, that was what he thought about?
Her hair?
He was a ship lost at sea. Sextant overboard, no wind in his sails, and only her star, her brilliant star, guiding him through the dark.”
— Oct 07, 2026 07:48AM
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