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    The cold bit into his skin and he relished the pain as a welcome delight. Pain meant being alive, in all the senses that truly mattered. With a flick of his fingers, he clothed himself in shadowy silk, the fabric dulling the burn of the chill. The smile he wore now was real, real as his body and his garments, both of which he created through will alone. He was no longer only Grisha—though, arguably, he had never been just a Grisha—now, he was Merzost.

    The Darkling had perished, and something different had risen in his place. Like he’d taken back life, he’d take back his name—and all else that rightfully belonged to him.

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    ((resurrection fic))

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    08 Mar 2019