![]() ![]() Dorian begs me to keep news of this quiet, but it’s not really my problem, and besides everyone probably already knows. ![]() Am I meant to be proud? Dorian’s more worried about others trying to follow me into the Fade to perform the same trick. He’s wound up about the events at Adamant-more specifically about us going physically into the Fade-something that he claims hasn’t happened in over a thousand years. Dorian swears he isn’t whining, like a petulant teenager might, but he eventually relents. I tell him to find another library or stop whining. Shall I make you my Master Librarian, Dorian? You can fill the shelves with whatever you please as long as you shut your pretty mouth. On the way down the stairs, I find Dorian in the library, fuming that the selection on hand is such shit.
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