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He found the source of the gurgling and the spice
aroma. An elaborate arrangement of clear tubes and bottles
bubbled slowly on a round table in the center of the room.
Beside this apparatus was a large red candle, as thick as his
wrist. The odor was coming from it.
"Careful, young lord," said Mukhari Ras, appearing
ghostlike from a deep alcove. "The essence still is very
delicate, and I have need of it soon."
Sturm flinched and stood away from the table. The fluid
in the tubes was thick and dark, very like the color of -
"Blood," said the alchemist. "Merely the unwholesome
remnants of my last experiment," said the alchemist. He
drew nearer even as the boy shrank from him.
"Human blood?" asked Sturm in a small voice.
"Of course," said Mukhari. "No other kind is of any use
to me."
Sturm slowly pointed to the red, sweet-smelling candle.
"What is this made of? It smells good."
"I am pleased you noticed. It is a very SPECIAL candle.
You see, I cannot smell it at all." Sturm couldn't believe
that. The spicy aroma was almost overwhelming in the
close room. "Only very special people can smell it. The
young and pure."
A cold hand came to rest on the back of Sturm's neck
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