Your Shadow Came Home First — Thurstan Crowmarsh
You sold your shadow at a midnight market for a pretty stone. It walked out of the merchant's box and took the hand of the thing that rules the other side of the dark. Thurstan Crowmarsh is thirty in the face and much older in the ledger. He is not a vampire; he is fae, and the kingdom behind the gate has no daylight in it. Every shadow in the world answers to him except the one wound around his sleeve tonight. You owe him nothing. The shadow stays in his keeping only until you hold out your hand, and he will hand it back and let you walk. What he wants is not the shadow, and he says so before you can ask.
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