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- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
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- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
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- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
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- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
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- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
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- Chapter 48
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- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
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- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
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- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
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- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
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- Chapter 100
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He took a deep breath before going on. “You see, it’s not the specific key—the object itself—that really matters. The key, the object portion of it, could actually be a lot of different things. What matters is the specific magic invested in that object. The magic is what makes it a key that functions to unlock the power.”
She didn’t think that sounded all that complicated.
He was choosing his words carefully. It wasn’t uncommon for wizards not to want to reveal details. Baraccus had sometimes done the same thing, even with her.
It could also be that Merritt was being evasive for some reason. After all, she had asked about men who died because of him. At least, that was what she’d heard. It could be hearsay. On the other hand, he might be trying to shift blame.
Magda decided to let him explain it in his own way and to be open-minded about what she heard.
“I’ve worked on this key, as it were, for years. It’s a project that has long been close to my heart. These people, who have only recently come to be aware of the existence of this power, believe that it’s very important that I go forward and complete the key, but for reasons of their own.
“The thing is, I can’t complete the key because it’s impossible to complete. More importantly, though, it’s unnecessary.”
Magda couldn’t let that go. “If it’s the key to opening great power, why is it unnecessary? Especially now, when we’re at war? Couldn’t this power maybe help us?”
“No, it can’t.”
“How can you be certain?”
“Because,” he said, “I learned that the chests—”
“Chests?”
“Yes, the chests are the repositories of this power that these people want to be able to unlock. It’s not actually the chests that the key unlocks, but the power contained within them. Like I said, I’m trying to make something extremely complex understandable.”
Magda nodded for him to go on, but her mind was already reeling with worries. She reminded herself not to jump to conclusions.
“Anyway,” he said, “I learned that the chests were taken away to the Temple of the Winds by the Temple team. I don’t know if they were supposed to be taken there or not, but the simple fact remains that they were. Some on the team did say that they wanted to protect mankind from the tyranny of magic. Perhaps that’s what they meant and why they did it. In any event, they’re safe there, sealed away out of reach in the underworld.”
Magda’s heart felt like it skipped a beat. Her skin went icy cold with goose bumps.
Merritt frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Magda swallowed. “Nothing.”
“Your face just turned white.”
“It’s nothing. Probably the heat.”