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But there was something left behind—Anton had seen vague shadows and a quivering mist that sometimes appeared in the Twilight, marking out the path taken by dead Others. Once he had even met a dead Other… It wasn’t one of his most pleasant memories. But there was something left, even there… Was it possible to bring a dead Other back to life? The answer was probably somewhere. In the labyrinth of the archives, classified as top secret, sealed by the Night and Day Watches, with access banned by the Inquisition. The Higher Magicians were bound to have wondered about where Others went when they died, the path that they themselves would eventually follow… But Anton wasn’t supposed to know the answer. He looked through the window at the clouds stretching out below, at the weak glimmering of thousands of auras merged together that indicated cities. The plane was already flying over some part of Poland. Just supposing it wa mbt stockists s possible to bring Fafnir back to life… So what? 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Then she’d been sent on vacation to the Artek Young Pioneers’ camp to recuperate… and Gesar had sent Igor, who had suffered a similar trauma, to the same place. A passionate love had sprung up between them—a terrible, deadly love between a Light magician and a Dark witch. And the outcome was that Alisa was dead, killed by Igor, and Igor himself was on the verge of dematerialization, weighed down by his violation of th mbt lami e Treaty and the burden of his own guilt. Then there was the boy who had accidentally drowned because of him… This wasn’t one of Gesar’s intrigues. Its ruthless and cynical style bore the signature of the Day Watch. Zabulon had sacrificed his girlfriend… but what had he sacrificed her for? To get Igor out of the way? That seemed strange. It had been almost a straight swap. Alisa Donnikova had been a powerful witch. So it was one intrigue in response to another… Then there was the appearance of the Mirror. Gesar was certain it had been impossible to predict, so it must have been a coincidence. But no doubt Gesar and Zabulon had both immediately decided to exploit it… each for his own ends. Anton suppressed the desire to swear out loud. There just wasn’t enough data for an analysis. Nothing but conjectures, blanks, assumptions… And not much was certain about the Regin Brothers either. They’d been lured to Moscow by Zabulon. Had he wanted to spread panic among the members of the Night Watch? Or feed the Mirror with Power? The only thing that could have lured the Dark magicians into their <a href="http://www.casualphorum.com/viewtopic.php?p=1853080#1853080"><strong>mbt sandals technolog genuine cheap » Internet Marketing Articles</strong></a> insane attack on the Inquisition was a promise to resurrect Fafnir. Naturally, the old magicians, who had seen Fafnir when he was alive, had agreed—it was just about their last chance of victory. 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