Damon’s POV The room was very cold, the rain didn’t help either, even with the heater rattling in the corner. The heater was all bark and no bite… I didn’t sit, I just leaned against the wall, with my arms crossed. My eyes were locked on the illegal alchemist seated before me, trembling. Keaton. I had imagined him differently, in all my imaginations. He wasn’t this ink stained fingered, twitchy, fidgety man with nervous eyes. He looked guilty of something, but I wasn’t even sure what. There was the smell of burnt paper, metal and blood all over him, a smell of magic. Marius paced behind Keaton, he was silent but his silence was even more imposing than if he was speaking. “Start from the beginning,” I said, voice calm. “How did they approach you?”Keaton swallowed. “I… this will sound ridiculous. They started staying around the area, I had no idea if they lived here. Over a couple of weeks and even months, we met at the same places and did the same things.” He looked to both of
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