“The bluff stores I saw. And the idium I took… How was it siphoned if not by Domelius Becker? He was the last Alchemist.” And this, Patrick knew, was always how secrets unraveled. Carefully woven fabrications unspooling one after the other. “No,” he uttered. “Not the last.” Her eyes narrowed at first, then widened as she understood. “That title now resides with me.”
