The scent of putrid flesh emanating from the basement turned my stomach. Jace hadn’t gotten rid of the zombie, it seemed.
I pushed the door open and made my way down the stairs, avoiding the dollops of mercury in each corner. My mind refused to fathom the reasons behind Jace’s using the deadly liquid element.
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