By Sarah Orr Aten Part 1: Beagus hung his face over the cup before him, willing the smoke from the candle down, down, down into its contents. It dancedon the surface of the brown water in the cup before gliding backup, escaping the vessel. Beagus silently cursed for what felt like the hundredth time. He tried again, this time concentrating on the flame. Yes, good, … Continue reading Smoke On The Water