Chapter 85
“Then let’s get this over with.” He nods. I glance up at the angels, but they’re dark, with no sign of a faceted gem, blue or red. For a moment I try to twist into the strange state of mind that let me pull at the gray energy, but I don’t have the concentration for it, and it only makes my head hurt. I scowl, and hurry after the Scholar. We take a roundabout approach to the tower, walking a circuitous path across the deck of the ship and cutting through the shadows of several rusted-out structures. The Scholar’s cane taps out a steady rhythm, so I don’t bother trying to move quietly. “Your … energy. What you call the Eddica Well.” He looks over his shoulder. “You still don’t believe me, I take it?” “I believe that it exists. I just don’t think you’ve got the whole story.” I hesitate.
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