Thalia's Ashen Fate
Then it returned, and he looked away, clasping his hands together and rubbing the palms slowly, deliberately.
"Uneventful, it seems," Seraphiel murmured, turning back to her pot.
My hands found a rhythm, stripping leaf after leaf until a fragrant green pile filled the stone bowl. "It's done," I announced.
"Excellent. Now, grind them."
I gripped the cool, heavy pestle. Eager to prove myself, I brought it down hard. The sharp crack echoed. My eyes darted nervously around the room before I raised it to strike again.
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