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He wouldn't do what needed to be done. I scrolled down to a number I had saved years ago, a number given to me by a shady merchant in the lower district. "The Apothecary." It was a code name for a witch who dealt in poisons. Poisons that left no trace. Poisons that could make a miscarriage look like a tragic accident. I hit dial. It rang twice before a raspy female voice answered. "What do you need?" "I need something strong," I said, my voice steady now. "Something that can get rid of a parasite. A very... strong parasite."

The Belly of the Beast The "Sub-Sub-Basement" was the United Cities' dirty secret. Here, the memory-virus hadn't just been a dream; it had been a nightmare. The walls dripped with moisture, and the air vibrated with the hum of thousands of illegal servers. This was the Underground Market, where those who didn't fit into Halloway's perfect world traded the only currency left: identity. They passed stalls selling "Pre-Reset" music, bottles of Wildlands scents, and-most disturbingly-jars of "True-Wolf" fur.

wasn't a currency you could hold; it was a whisper in the ears of the disillusioned, a promise of returning to the frictionless speed of the old world without the oversight of the Archivists. ​"It’s a localized mesh-network," Damian explained, his eyes fixed on a handheld signal-tracer as we moved through the neon-blurred streets of the Lower East Side. "They aren't using the old satellites. They’re jumping the signal from phone to phone, creating a private dark-web that the Physical Registry can’t touch." ​"A ghost-market," I whispered, pulling my indigo coat tighter against the wind. "Elena said it’s spreading through the youth. They don't want the responsibility of the stamp, Damian. They

"I want 20 Vials of each quality of Vitality potions, 80 mana potions, 20 Antidote potions, 100 Vials of low concentrated paralysis potions, and 200 vials of paralysis antidote…" Hearing my order from Elijah, stunned Xalbus. His eyes bulged, he looks towards Elijah and Baroness Lydia alternating between them, before snapping out and telling his staff to immediately pick the potions I ordered. It took them 30 minutes to pack the whole order, each potion was packed inside a wooden chest carefully, the total price of all the potions I bought was 300 gold coins, I casually took out 310 gold coins to pay for all of the potions (10 Gold coins was the tip.), Xalbus was beaming with smiles as he saw

Since I could help change the course of events, I figured that I would remove the curse myself before he has the chance to find the second witch and make things worse. I contacted a man who is considered as a nobody in the supernatural realm. He is one that delves into the world of everything illegal among the realm black market and dark web type of things. He does not have a name, nor does he have an image. No one knows what he actually looks like, but it is known that he has an empire, secret chambers and slaves. He is a man who is not meant to be crossed at all. When conducting business, his price is never money but rather favours. One could never know what he may ask for so it really at

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

"I understand. The Alpha's ban on black magic has made these things trickier, you know. Most potion makers have gone underground or quit altogether." My heart sank. "So you can't help me?" "I didn't say that." He drummed his fingers on the table. "I don't work with dark potions anymore myself, but I can make arrangements. Get you what you need." Relief washed over me. "Thank you. I can pay you well." I reached for the heavy bag of coins I'd brought and placed it on the table. Toby glanced at it but made no move to take it. "I don't take payment up front. Only when the job is done."

"Ouch, you're quite strong for a girl, you know that?" I shrug. "Whatever, let's finally find something." In the end we decide to watch, HOW TO SELL DRUGS ONLINE. With my background I know it's not the best topic, but I have to face the fact it's funny. It's like really ridiculous and stupid but so many parts where I simply kill myself laughing. Maybe this is the kind of bad humour I just need today. And thinking about how much in reality goes on in the darknet is shocking.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

Arnet said with a teasing grin. "But why would we harm Antonio and Thorin?" Severa asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. I had the same question. Mrs. Arnet's grin widened. "Nightshade is a potent potion with alluring properties. Some believe its effects can vary based on the dosage, but in reality, it always produces the same results. It dulls and numbs your senses, leading you to believe anyone could be your destined partner, and ignites intense arousal." she explained, her grin morphing into a serious line.