24
Lincoln
When the white flames vanish, I find myself seated on my bed, in the exact same position I’d taken before Peli cast his most recent spell.
And I am not happy.
“Wasn’t that grand? Didn’t I tell you all?” Peli spins about in circles. I’ve seen this silly trickster act before. There’s no need for a repeat.
It’s rather tempting to grab Peli by the tail and chuck the little monkey against the wall. The urge is incredibly inappropriate, considering how Peli isn’t attacking. Nevertheless, it’s tempting.
It takes conscious effort, but I push my frustration aside and organize my thoughts. At last, I regain enough control to ask a coherent question. “Can the Contagion be freed?”
“Not yet.”
“You mentioned checking in on a ghoul in Purgatory.”
“Once the peak of a wizard’s staff hit
