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Prologue

A memory's a funny thing, when it doesn't belong to you.

That's what the Guide told me in my dreams, half a year ago.

I stare up at the lattice of magic above Leas. It sparkles in the morning sunshine, an ever-present fixture of the city that I'm no longer surprised to see. But it's different, this time. This time drops of the magic pool in places, hovering like dew on leaves, and one by one fall to me.

*if mc_magic_location = "blood"

      They float gently down into my eyes, and it feels like power.

*else

      They float gently down to sink into my skin, and it feels like power.

"Agent {mc_surname}? The Den Head wants to know if your team's available for dinner tonight."