What made sugardream better than many of the other drugs a person could take was the magic. Graden didn’t know how it was done, what spell or potion, but the crystals were infused with a kind of magic cousin to the sort found in high-end pieces, such as a Greenen or Ethridge creation. He’d experienced a few such intricately crafted spelled boxes or spheres back when he lived at the Fallswenne family manor, and each one had been a wonder.
Sugardream, of course, was only a shadow of that, and one far more harmful. It snagged with claws none of the professionally crafted items had, hooked Graden completely, gave him relief, if only briefly. But what relief…When he returned to the docks, his alley, he immediately went to the false brick and retrieved his spoon. With a shaking hand, he tipped
