a beautiful boy carved of ice; ink etched into any visible piece of his porcelain skin. he was cruel as a child and had only become crueler, still. a name hidden in the black spot a heart should be until he became a concept of darkness. an exile from the witchlands of raduyevka. an anomaly of magic’s taint. a thousand shattered pieces where there had once been a boy with a cautious smile. a different school of black magic at his palms: shadows, blood, decay, madness.

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