Prologue

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Prologue

It was dark. A figure descended the stairs, his cape flowing gently behind him. He held no candle. Wards on the walls burned quietly and crumpled to the floor in ashes as he passed them. There was confidence in his gait as the figure moved down the dark passageway. This confidence grew as he stepped into a room at the end of the passageway.

The figure stopped. He had reached a dead end. Gliding across the room, he laid an almost caressing hand upon the wall. His lips moved silently, chanting.

Suddenly, inscriptions blazed forth from the wall, illuminating the once dark room with their glowing light.

A voice echoed softly within the vaults of his mind.

"Well done…my Child."

The figure smiled.