Kleo Erili
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In her small attic room, Valentina sat at her table and stared into a medicine book, reading the same paragraph for what must have been the third time. She let go of the book and began to rub her eyes hard. The exhaustion of the day lay heavy on her limbs, and for the first time in hours she allowed herself to think of the doubts she had been pushing back all day. "You're brooding," Vyxara noted. "That's never a good sign." "Tomorrow is the last exam," Valentina murmured. "Essence-Enhanced Medicine with…-
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When Valentina woke up on the first morning of the exam week, still half asleep, her first instinct was to feel in her mind for Vyxara's familiar presence, for the demonic force that had so often paved the way for her in recent months. "Ah, you're awake, little Weaver," Vyxara purred in her head. "Ready for the first test?" "Yes," Valentina said quietly, sitting up in her narrow bed and getting ready to discuss what she was about to tell Vyxara. "But I've decided to try it on my own. Without your…
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Professor Horne's message was short and formal, written in his characteristically shaky handwriting: "I expect you in my office this evening at the eighth hour. The matter cannot be delayed." "He'll want to... adjust his demands," Vyxara said thoughtfully. "Your new status changes the rules of the game." "Maybe he just wants to congratulate me," Valentina mumbled without conviction. "Oh, sweet naivety," purred the demon. "You know exactly what he wants." The corridors of the university were almost…
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When Valentina woke up the next morning, she blinked in the bright light and tried to block out the throbbing aftermath of yesterday's banquet. "Good morning, little Weaver," Vyxara purred in her head. "How does the triumph feel today?" "As if I've drunk too much of Duke Cosimo's expensive wine," Valentina mumbled and sat up carefully. Her head was pounding. Perhaps she really had drunk a little too much of the wine, despite Innogen's warnings. The red velvet dress Innogen had lent her hung carefully…
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The next pattern hovered between them, more labyrinthine still than the previous ones. Valentina noticed Faustus' hand twitch to a bulging, misshapen pouch on his belt, probably where he had hidden the Eye of Deceit. "Here it comes," warned Vyxara. "Let's see how he likes our little surprise." Faustus' eyes narrowed in concentration. His fingers moved in precise patterns, obviously activating the artifact. But instead of the expected distortion... nothing. "What...?" he mumbled in confusion and tried…
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The morning of the competition, a beautiful spring morning, crept through Valentina's small window. She was already awake, staring at the ceiling and trying to get her pounding heartbeat under control. "You're nervous, little Weaver," Vyxara's voice in her head sounded half sympathetic half amused. "Scared to death would be more appropriate," Valentina mumbled. She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes. The night had been short, with too many thoughts, too many worries, too many last repetitions of complex…
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"...strange," she heard a voice through the wall. "The door to the main corridor felt different." "What do you mean by that, Professor Veilford?" Valentina's heart skipped a beat. Why hadn't her alarm pattern warned her? What was Professor Veilford doing here now, at this time of night? Veilford was a master of Essence manipulation. If he noticed her changes to the protection patterns... "I'm not sure." Footsteps approached the door to the storeroom. "Let's go and have a look." "Behind the shelves!"…
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"Four vials for basic stabilization," Valentina muttered, scribbling the number on her already overstuffed parchment. "Plus at least five for the more complex patterns..." "Don't forget the emergency reserve," Vyxara admonished in her head. "You know how Faustus likes to play dirty tricks." Valentina sighed and added more numbers to her list. The soft glow of the Essence lamps in the library made the ink shimmer pleasantly. "Twelve vials," she finally said tonelessly. "Minimum." "And how many do you…
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"STOP!" screamed Vyxara in her head. "The corrupt Essence is leaking through!" Valentina saw it too. Fine black veins began to run through the ambient Essence of the room, like ink in clear water. The sweet, foul smell grew stronger. "What should I do?" she whispered in a panic. "Don't stop!" ordered Vyxara. "You have to control both processes at the same time. Keep manipulating the Eye with your right hand and contain the spread with your left." Valentina's injured arm protested as she tried to weave…
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Valentina sat in her usual corner of the library with a crumpled piece of parchment in front of her, going over her plan with Vyxara for the hundredth time. "Let's go over everything again, little Weaver," Vyxara whispered in her head. "The messenger..." "Hobkin's friend will break the news to Faustus tomorrow evening," Valentina murmured so quietly that no one could hear her. "He is to tell him that Madame Rosalie of the 'Red Swan' has changed her mind and wants to apologize to him." "And why will…
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