Chapter 32 The Philosopher’s Stone
I leapt out of the window.
The guestroom was on the second floor of the Garrett palace, and it had quite the considerable height, but thanks to the wind spirits, I don’t have any injuries.
The dolls were stark naked. Spherical joints and cog-like structures peeled out from the seams of their bodies, and they made a strained hard screeching sound. Each one of their movements seemed sharp and mechanical to the extent of being excessive, it seemed as if it was stressing on the fact that they did not possess a will of their own.
Feeling generous? Maybe you could spare some money for me?