The Parasite of Light
The rain in the city of Oakhaven was not water, but a viscous, shimmering oil that clung to the grey stone facades like a parasitic skin. Julian stood on the balcony of his ancestral manor, watching the citizens below. They moved with a synchronized, rhythmic grace that was deeply unnatural, their eyes glowing with a faint, iridescent light. He had returned from the higher dimensions as a...
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