soon found two vials, wrapped in thick cloth. One of them was full of molten light, though its glow was fading. When I gave it a shake, it brightened again, just for a moment. This was ectoplasm. Reph blood. When I held the other vial up, I knew exactly what it was. My breath caught in my throat. Hardly daring to hope, I pushed up my right sleeve and tipped a few precious drops of amaranth on to the scar. The wound cracked open like old paint. As I circled my finger over it, it washed away, leaving my inner arm as smooth as buttermilk. And just like that, Jaxon could no longer tarnish my name
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