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Bringer of the light mage drops3/10/2023 ![]() She sipped her tea a little and returned her gaze to the illuminated windows opposite. A little of the city was visible on the left side and beyond that, in the distance, the darkness of the countryside. Above, the night sky was black, any starlight obliterated by light pollution. ![]() Some of the lights were still on in windows and she could see one or two people moving around. Most of the view was of the opposite wing of her apartment building. She held it close as she walked slowly to the window to look out on sleeping Exeter.įrom her window, she actually couldn’t see much of the city. She picked the strainer out of her teacup and added a dash of milk, turning the tea from the colour of dark glass to rich mahogany. She just used a scalpel instead of incense. Communing with the dead to give answers to the living was one of the oldest occupations, after all. At least she’d been able to turn it to something useful to others. But she didn’t like thinking about her sister. She knew where it came from, this morbid curiosity. She inhaled the rich, earthy aroma from its dark interior as she watched the vapour rise from the steeping leaves, breathing slowly and deeply. She poured the water over the leaves, set the kettle down and picked up the jar of tea. She found herself staring at the wall as the kettle finished boiling. Normal people didn’t poke dead bodies for a living and much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she wasn’t normal. Much as she hated to admit it, the combination of the mystery and the horror was utterly spellbinding to her. As her hands worked by themselves to boil the kettle and measure the leaves, she tried to keep from concentrating on the events of the night, but without success. The tranquil ritual of preparation and the meditative wait as it cooled before drinking. She knew it might keep her awake a little longer but she needed it. It was past midnight and her limbs were trembling with tiredness. She kicked her shoes off and pulled off her blazer before running her fingers through her hair with a deep breath. She sighed and slung her bag down onto the sofa in the gentle moonlight. With a plink, the element in the incandescent bulb in the ceiling flashed and then rapidly faded like an ember removed from the fire. Constance locked the door of her apartment and elbowed the light switch.
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