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imprinted in Endrance's mind, and would only have the freedom and ability to act on his own, should Endrance choose to give it to him.
    The research room seemed intact and untouched. So he returned to the reflecting pool and knelt, touching the lip of the pool and going through the same mental exercise. A disorienting moment later, he was standing in the central hall of the library.
    He walked towards the south wing, where once had been just the front doors of his mind. The concept had been a silly one, there being a door in his head that something could get out or in from. But once he considered that he was in fact taking in more memories and impressions through the bracers he wore, the doors began to make more sense. He still didn’t like having it right at the center of his library though, so he made some adjustments. Now there was a full extra wing of his library, where the impressions that came in through his bracers were kept.
    The entry door swung open as he approached, and a soft white light shone from within the wing. Here, the library was a scant one story tall, with only ten yards width and twenty long. From the doors leading into the central hall, straight to the two doors supposedly leading ‘outside,’ two seamless panes of glass flanked a walkway just as wide as the doorframes.
    The two panes of glass were so clear they would have been invisible, save for the gleams of light across their surface. Though the stained glass windows up in the central library could hardly cast their light through the entire construct, he had decided that planning out additional light sources was more hassle than it was worth, so in this place the light did spread into the wings.
    The glass walls showed several chambers beyond it, filling the rest of the space of the wings. There were enough spaces that he could have kept a dozen people there, each to their own cell. It was in the cell closest to the door that he found Kaelob.
    The elderly wizard had been his mentor, trainer, and tutor for the first sixteen years of his life. While not his father, he had been present constantly until the day he'd left Wayrest. He had such an image of the goofy old man in his head that he was surprised at how different he looked.
    The man was definitely the same person; his body the same height and weight. He still had somewhat knobby, knuckled, long-fingered hands, and his nose was unmistakably the same slightly crooked beak he remembered. But that was where the similarities ended. Where the Kaelob he knew had wild, uncombed shocks of gray-white hair, this one’s hair was straight black, combed back and cut just above his shoulders. His eyebrows lacked the wildness of his memories, and he had a short, trimmed beard where Endrance never remembered him having one before.
    Kaelob looked up at him and smirked, his eyes the same dark color, but lacking any of the mirth or off-kilter gleam that he was used to. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, waiting for him.
    “Well, m’boy.” Kaelob declared. “Here we are.”
    Endrance studied his captive carefully. “You have changed.” He finally stated.
    “I would think so.” Kaelob replied. “After all, your mind seems far saner than mine, and it is your mind that is granting my self the volition to have shape, isn’t it?”
    “I would wager that’s an accurate enough explanation,” Endrance started. “But I believe there’s more to that than just my influence on your psyche.”
    Kaelob nodded. “Much of my perceived… insanity was faked.” He admitted. “Though as the years wore on, much of it had become real; if only because I had been acting so long I simply forgot I was something else.”
    Endrance watched the old man stand, struggling to rein in the feelings of betrayal that rampaged through him.
    “Why?” Endrance asked. He could have elaborated, but he didn’t feel it was necessary.
    Kaelob knew what he was asking. “I was only supposed to train you in magic, and keep your