Edward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.
Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy کتابیں anymore? No matter how much he studied یا how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.
Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.
The 24-year-old reached up and pulled out his pony-tail,...
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