Jackal Among Snakes

Anneliese followed the man who called himself Pawn, descending into the sterile obsidian fortress belonging to the Alchemist. She thought for half a second that Argrave had been returning when this Pawn emerged from the home, but only a second’s scrutiny broke that illusion. She didn’t enjoy whatever game this thing was. It had emotions, true enough, but it could not be human given its resemblance to Argrave. It had to have been made.

When this seemingly endless stairway finally ended, Pawn stepped aside and held his arms out. “Welcome. This is my home. Plus my extended family. I live in that box up there.”

Anneliese looked past him and his ramblings, searching for Argrave. She saw the Alchemist, and she saw Argrave. He was sitting on a chair, his clothes folded neatly at his feet… and his skull was split open.

“You’re here!” Argrave called out.

“Quiet,” the Alchemist reprimanded, a familiar and sleek scalpel moving through his fingers.

Anneliese stepped closer in worried frenzy, coming upon Argrave. She looked upon him. He was smiling broadly like he’d discovered some secret. She feared for his health, but he showed no pain, no aversion… instead, the Alchemist peered inside his skull with eyes on his fingers, examining every nook and cranny of Argrave’s brain and skull.

After what was a brief yet insufferable time, the Alchemist closed shut his skull, leaving not a single wound. The hulking monstrosity said, “Lay on your back. You may talk. Better you than I.”

With that, the Alchemist enclosed his ears in a ward. Argrave obediently laid down on his back, staring up at Anneliese.

“First off—no danger. You look a little nauseous, so let’s get that out of the way,” Argrave assured her, holding up his hand. She held it with both hers. “As a matter of fact… I got the Alchemist to swear never to do us harm, so long as we never wittingly steal from or assault him or his various Pawns strewn throughout the world.”

“But what is he doing—what are you doing? This is far removed from our discussions,” she insisted, kneeling beside him.

“I decided to stop running from a question. That question being why I’m here on Berendar, what my purpose in arriving here is. I was too scared, and maybe too proudto confront it. But given all the things I’ve been through, and after some advice from Castro… I think I’m ready to tackle this question. And I cannot think of anyone better to do so than the Alchemist.” He squeezed her hand. “I have no idea where this will take us. But whatever the case, I’m resolved to get some answers. Whether that I’m insane, or a simple lead… this has to tell us more.”

scrutinized meticulously, measured, observed… and then placed back. It was perhaps the most stomach-turning thing Anneliese had ever seen, and her mind was reeling so quickly that

why?” she asked, trying her best to

anything. Millions of others before me have gone through this—gods, even! —and still the cycle of judgment persists. But there is something unique about me, Anne. And I need to

forced to release her grip. She continued to stare as she said, “…and what if there is

nothing,” Argrave said casually. “I lose nothing, and I finally deal with this… this burden. Talking with you about Earth has helped more than you know, but still my otherness weighs on me more than I can

“You do not need to express it. I know

Argrave smiled, and when his arm was reconstructed held it back out for

in hers once more. She almost feared to touch him, but his hand felt as firm and steady as before

and absolutely examining my body to see what he can learn of my situation. We can learn whether I’m

about the

He is rather thorough, isn’t he?” Argrave marveled, looking upon the Alchemist as he worked. “For now, let’s

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about things possessed a certain detached logic to it that worked to codify every little bit of

finished examining everything, even Argrave’s very soul, he took the mirror. He reached for every cabinet in the room, opening them all one after another. Various

is writing, growing ever more feverish in his study by the second. Finally, like a hive come alive, all of the Pawns collected the vast sprawling paper, organizing them into piles and

time. She had seen him read many books at once before, but this was different. It was the abstract side of the cold logic she’d seen—just as the scientist needed logic, so too did he need to dream,

hours of unease… the Alchemist set all of the books aside, and slowly walked back to Argrave and Anneliese. He

he felt bolder now that his safety

came from somewhere else.” The Alchemist held

taking the mirror back as he rose to his feet. “Then you’ve seen something? Observed