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Isolde did not invite him in. She stood by her boiling cauldron, sorting dried roots. "I can make a man believe he is a wolf, or make him see his dead mother standing in the corner," she replied calmly. "But the mind is like a mirror, boy. If I crack it to let the bad memories out, the light doesn’t reflect the same way anymore."

He had survived the nightshade. He was free, but his eyes would forever remain slightly too wide, and his skin slightly too pale—a permanent reminder that to buy a new life, one must always walk hand-in-hand with death. nightshade

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