“Hello, Kell,” said the darkness, the words not in English or Arnesian or Maktahn, but the native tongue of magic. And finally, Kell understood. This was Vitari. The thing that had been pulling at him, pushing to get in, making him stronger while weakening his will and feeding on his life. “Where are we?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “We are in you,” said Vitari. “We are becoming you.” Kell struggled uselessly against the dark ropes. “Get out of my body,” he growled. Vitari smiled his shadowy black smile and took a step toward Kell. “You’ve fought well,” he said. “But the time for fighting is
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