“If only someone,” Eithan said loudly, “had access to a substance that strengthens and refines the soul. One that might be prepared in a Monarch’s pocket world, for instance.” Lindon sighed, reaching out for his void key. He should have known that he could never keep a secret from Eithan. “Some kind of, oh, let’s say, spirit-enhancing water…” “Please,” Lindon said. “I understand.”
