Back on her sock-clad feet, Cryton returned Dru’s knife. “That’s great! We thought it was just an indestructible little mirror.”
Dru pulled a small leather-bound book from the sled. “I may not have an ounce of magical talent according to magus Nu, but I decoded Elmwood’s notes when he couldn’t!”
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