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“Straight for the jugular then, Little Osha? Ruthless. I like it.”
“Magic runs through this place the same way your blood runs through your veins. It lives in the very air. The things you’ve already seen here are surely enough to suspend your disbelief… and yet you’re shocked by something so small as me casting my voice?” Amusement dripped from every word. I had no retort for him, though. I had seen so many remarkable things. In comparison, this wasn’t that impressive. It was the way it made me feel, having his voice so close, that had me on the back foot.
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
“Stay in that bed, Little Osha.”
We remember, so the Alchemist remembers.
“This die was cast centuries ago. We accepted our fate, Alchemist. All of us did.”
My soul was on fire, and I didn’t care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it.
