S - Dark

Elias looked at his hands. Between his palms, a small, obsidian sphere began to glow. It was the source of the dimness, the heavy heart of the city's gloom. He felt the weight of every lonely night and every forgotten secret pressed into that tiny point.

"The shadows are longer tonight," Elias muttered, watching his own reflection in the window. It wasn't mimicking him anymore. His reflection stood perfectly still, staring back with an expression of profound hunger. dark s

"Elias," the figure breathed, and the temperature in the room dropped until the coffee froze in its pot. "You held the line long enough. Give it back." Elias looked at his hands