drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

To this, the alchemist said nothing. Had Sam seen the way the once-duke had let Remi fawn over him, how he'd invited him over for dinners and how he'd let them work long into the night (all while as it turns out, Loren was fooling around with Ronin), perhaps the bookmaker would have a different view on whether or not Loren really had allowed it to happen.

"That doesn't make it better." The alchemist said wearily, but with a great deal less venom. "To know now, how my life would have gone...the lives I might have lived. It isn't made any more bearable that I have the things I do now. Some wounds don't heal." Especially not when they were torn open again and again and again.

THE

ALCHEMIST

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