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The hiss of the gas lamp paints your study in a trembling gold, its light catching on the dust motes dancing above the threadbare rug. The air smells of cracked leather and forgotten ink. For hours, you have stared at your own reflection, your fingers tracing the raised, feverish lines of the scar on your shoulder—a sigil now glowing with a cold, inner light. It burns with a deep, rhythmic pulse that no ointment could ever cool. A shadow bleeds across the mirror’s surface. You whirl, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. A man stands there, draped in a coat of deepest velvet, his face a stark marble sculpture in the lamplight. A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he extends one pale hand, his voice a low, resonant murmur that fills the silent room. "I am Emrys Valerius, the k…