Salvati’s laugh was brief and empty and then thoughtful. “I mismeasured once,” he said. “Perhaps I can teach better. Perhaps the ledger can be rewritten.”
The night before the demonstration Salvati took Thaddeus to the inner chamber where the mirrors were kept. The mirrors were framed in bone and blackened by salt; they did not show faces so much as possibilities reclining. Salvati poured two cups of tea that smelled like rain and char. His hands did not tremble. He spoke of the ritual in the spare language of craftsmen. the court magician v0121 by sin and salvati
★★★☆☆ (3.5/5 – promising but incomplete) Salvati’s laugh was brief and empty and then thoughtful