In every dream, Aleph finds himself back in his apprenticeship in Harbour Mysra. Those dreams are sweaty, fear-stoked things, filled with Master Alchemist Liam’s hulking form, doling out terror and cruelty upon a stuttering little Aleph; never able to answer, yet every mis-stepped word another goad to punishment and pain, starvation and cold, the wish […]![]()
