Chapter 9 The Mark of the Void

The black mark on my arm felt like ice, a cold that didn't just sit on my skin but bit deep into my bone. I tried to rub it away, but the shape of the dead sun stayed dark and mocking.

"Eara?" Solis asked, his voice full of worry. He held my hand, his thumb brushing over the black lines. "What is t...

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