mordigen

       The pinch of sulfur stings my nose as the spark catches the wick.           I’ve lost my bearings, let my mind wander too far: I need to see, just for a bit, to reorient myself before I find it and then I can retreat from the tunnels.           I’ve hidden it all here, tucked away in the darkness, as if the darkness could smother it. I swore I left that life behind, but can you truly leave such a thing behind? When times are tough, it is an easy habit to fall back on.           It has been three years since the tensions first began to rise within the Offices. Sine then, the Arcanologists and Mystics have become a susp