ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIVE: Kind Effort
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The call came late in the morning, and if it had been almost anyone else, Alden would have ignored it.
The auriad flashlight spell was an astounding work of art. The way the author had drawn the first joints of the fourth fingers in the second to last instructional diagram showed so much attention to precision and…
And Evul-art’h’s name was in front of his eyes, blocking that diagram.
He dropped the indigo loop, shook the tangles out, and shoved it all the way up his arm.
“System, the books need to go back to stor—”
He gave it credit for not even making him finish the sentence. He stared at the place where his spellbook had been, then knelt a little straighter on his cushion before he answered the call.
Stuart was in his bedroom at the Rapport. Once again, his sister wasn’t present even though she must have made the call happen. Alden wondered if Evul-art’h was busy, or if during the family negotiations Stuart had somehow arranged their communication situation more to his own liking.