Phoenix Rising
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It's gone, I'm free.
The sweet breath of relief he expected did not come. A swell of panic filled his chest. But only for a fraction of a second, and he was back to feeding off Dove Matthew's anguish.
It's gone, I'm free. The mantra pounded along with his heart. How the coherent thought was able to fathom was a mystery.
There was no going back; he embraced the truth. His hands didn't leave the sides of Dove Matthews' plastic chair. Somewhere along the way, they both slipped out of consciousness.
I'm gone, it's free.
- - - -
Falling is easy when the edge is calling your name.
Everyone has suffered some kind of affliction, but it is within Phoenix Faust that a new kind of devastation is posed. Everywhere he goes, he brings a powerful danger. One that can cause irreversible ruin - and has before.
Before all are consumed by the same evil that ensnares his own mind, he must rise from the ashes and snuff the fire he sparked.
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