He had left so many dreams behind. They’re dead. And who am I without them? A mass of apprehensions and yearnings that changed with his surroundings, he and all his emotions would someday fade into the world’s pulse. What was one small mote of awareness like him? Such thoughts stemmed from his encounter with the elf with its promise of oblivion. The steady hiss in his mind sharpened, and the elf-shard quickened as its shadow darkened his vision and its greed grew palpable. He could see those eyes again, and the temptation to slip into them grew until he felt that condition of strange
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