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I spent my waking moments—like nearly every morning—expecting Fashire to come in anytime soon when my thoughts cleared and I remembered I was no longer staying with him… along with the irritation that came with even bothering about his presence.
It wasn't like he was present much when I stayed in his Chambers.
I shook my head and wiped my face, putting my mind somewhere else and like other mornings too, I meditated for a while trying to understand my essence better and then I dug into the same gruesome memory and brought out the crystal shard.
Previously I had to bleed myself for it to form out of my blood, but now I could call it forth with a simple manifestation and it could morph into any shape or object I knew.
It could be the most dazzling pen, gleaming red jewellery, or any other sufficient material, but merely looking at it reminded me of that rift and the first time I had gotten my hands dirty, unconscious or not.
