“You saw it?” Graeme asked. “You felt it? It was…” He dropped his voice to a whisper, as if afraid to shatter some fragile hope. “…magic?” “Yes,” the Hunter said. “Magic!” Graeme breathed the word. “So it’s true!” The Hunter was surprised to see moisture brimming in the alchemist’s eyes. “Long have I sought, yet almost I gave up for lack of evidence.” Graeme clasped his hands in front of his face, which lit up with an expression of pure rapture. “After all, how could I, an alchemist, a man of science, believe that such a thing as magic could have ever existed, much less endure to this day. And
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