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"Let's try it again."
Flavia held up another piece of string as Oda handed her small vial.
"Careful. We don't have much left of the ground thunderbird eggshell," she warned.
"Okay. Let's only use a little then." With a gloved hand, Flavia sprinkled the shimmery twine with the powder, careful not to get it on herself.
She examined the string and nodded. "Perfect. Ylva, hold out your hands."
With my heartbeat thundering in my chest, I extended my arms. This was the fifth formula with this specific powder. It was the first poison that conjured the right effect, we just had to tinker it.
And now, three weeks later, Flavia was confident she got the proportion of eggshell and dusk hair right. If all went to plan, I'd die and we'd travel to the Veil.
"I'm ready," I said, mostly for mys
