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“Ah, but the fourth is mine to design.” Vethis smiled, revealing teeth like carved bone. “And I have decided. You will not fight. You will not solve. You will remember. ”

“Stop,” he whispered.

The voice slid from the shadows like oil. Vethis, the Skaafin Proctor, stepped into the fractured light. His skin was the grey of deep ocean, his eyes two chips of molten brass. He wore no weapon. He never needed one. DV-s The Skaafin Prize

The scene shifted. Now Venn stood in a burning library, a failed rebellion, his comrades’ screams echoing. Then a lover’s face, dissolving into indifference. Then his own reflection, younger and whole, before the DV-s surgery had carved the sigils into his bones.

He thought of the rebels who had trusted him. Make it mean something. “Ah, but the fourth is mine to design

And then he understood.

Each memory carved him open again.

“I can’t,” he said, but his voice was small.