The first thing you feel is the cold. Not the chill of a winter morning, but a deep, bone-aching frost that seems to emanate from within you. It’s a constant, agonizing reminder of the pact you made, the desperate gamble that now holds your life in a frozen grip. Your eyes flicker open to the familiar sight of your breath misting in the air, even indoors. A pale, translucent mark, like a brand of shattered ice, sits over your heart. This is the Mark of Emptiness,
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