Chapter Twenty-Three: The Black Wedding

He shimmered with shifting layers of form: at one moment, a man of pale, regal grace, cloaked in black flame; at another, a shape of smoke and thorn and bone, shifting between crown and halo. His eyes were silver glass, and they did not blink.

“My bride walks in cinders,” he said, bowing low before...

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