Chronicles of the Unseen

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…He extended a hand, not in an offer of comfort, but in a gesture of shared dominion. I took it. His grip was firm, his skin still cold. The world outside this clearing, the world of normal, sane people, felt impossibly distant, like a fading echo of a forgotten song. Here, in this isolated pocket of darkness, a new chapter had begun. A chapter written in blood, seasoned with madness, and sealed with an unholy feast. And in the depths of my being, beneath the lingering horror, there was a quiet, terrifying certainty. I was satisfied.