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... yet he does not recognize the voice. That alone puts him at a disadvantage. And he does not like being at a disadvantage.
"Who are you?" he asks, calm but guarded.
The silhouette laughs.
"I am who you want me to be."
Its form swirls, smoke folding over itself, then shimmering as if light passes through liquid glass.
"I can be your dead lover, Aldric."
The shape shifts.
Features sharpen. Broad shoulders. Familiar eyes. The exact tilt of the ...
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