By Becca Andre
To a grasp alchemist like Addie, very unlikely is simply one other notice for problem. while a fiery explosion destroys the Alchemica, the prime alchemy institute within the usa, she’s left with not anything. No domestic, no colleagues, and no reminiscence. studying what occurred turns out very unlikely, yet she nonetheless has one energy, and in her opinion, it’s the one one she wishes. She hasn’t forgotten a specific thing approximately alchemy.
Addie brews a potion to revive her misplaced previous, yet recalls merely the flames of the Alchemica’s destruction—and a guy one of the ashes. a guy with the basic energy of fireplace, who simply occurs to be the chief of the mystical group. He may be aware of what occurred, yet getting him to inform her would require some…creativity. the paranormal aren’t keen on alchemists. a few say it borders on hatred, yet Addie isn’t one to backtrack from a problem, no matter if that problem occurs to be a guy who can flip her to ash with a idea.
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