Clairvoyance 5

Kallist winced as the cloth was shoved in his mouth and draped over his head. Yet even as the room vanished behind off-white linen, he allowed his body to go limp, his mind and his focus to sharpen, as he drew upon the mana of the wells and cisterns beneath the district’s roads. Earlier, hungover and all but drowning in adrenaline, he couldn’t make the spell work. But now, now he cast his sight out from his head; it felt, if anything, even easier than he’d anticipated. The ragged sheet seemed to draw near and then vanish as he surveyed the room from a spot several inches in front of his face. From there he watched and waited for Liliana to make the first move.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 3