[center][color=92278f][center][h3]Victor Astorio[/h3][/center][/color][/center]

The walls crept in closer and closer, Salem’s voice seemed to be getting further and further away. At the very least he got his answer he didn’t hesitate to repeat the name given to him to the girl sitting before him. [color=92278f]“Alice Spellman.”[/color] His voice was quiet but filled with kindness, something one wouldn’t expect to use on something they thought was just an illusion. 

He knew he was stalling, his reluctance to even speak her name to his mage was troubling. How she could affect him even now was troubling. He was sure it was because he hadn’t truly dealt with her passing. [color=92278f]“Her-“[/color] stopping for a moment before just yelling out her name, [color=92278f]“Sarah Rift.”[/color] His hand clenched on the table to the point it nearly splintered the wood. This practical will definitely be something he has never dealt with and seemed intent on facing the things that haunted his dreams.


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