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Izachiel disappeared. She wanted him to, so that's fine. But he took both stones with him, and that's a problem. Mariana opened herself up to darkness in order to forget. She gave up her soul for relief from unbearable pain, but Izachiel still did not abandon her. He watched her from afar and made sure that his arch-enemy did not...

In this devastated post-war world, people do not live to a ripe old age. And so she hoped that death would come for her soon. She began to speak inwardly to her savior again, but not to the divine one. Her pleas were directed in the opposite direction.

Dust rose behind the wheels of the black car on the dirt road. Evening was approaching, but the oppressive heat showed no sign of abating. The driver's eyes were heavy, yet he tirelessly scanned the surroundings, combing the space in front of him with his gaze, convinced that he must be in the right place. The July heat was stifling,...