Chapter 30: Lifeblood
“You’ve returned.” Haynfyv doesn’t get up from his chair, scribbling notes even in his sleep.
But where the last time I visited his dreamscape there was nothing but a tangle of pinned notes tethered by string, now it’s cluttered with beakers and small, sharp, silvery instruments, and numbered diagrams.
“You've been busy.” My finger squeaks against the cool, smooth curve of a beaker.
He tips his head in faint acknowledgment. “You have been absent. Challenging, you know, to make progress when one repeatedly loses hours’ worth of work at a time. But I think I’ve got it sorted on both sides now. More clarity here, of course, than there. It is a complex formula: blood, and life, and ground gold, and a few other elements besides. Over there, I’ve only worked out the blo
