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How to get rid of a rare potion that I didn’t even know was a poison. If it killed Oda, why was I still alive?
I rushed through the winding castle halls, avoiding the most common ones so I didn’t run into someone I knew. I could feel the vial burning in my pocket, glowing, beckoning. It could’ve been my imagination, but students were staring at me as I passed.
Perhaps it was the frantic, hurried half-run. Maybe they could sense the desire to get rid of the damning evidence on me. Even if it had nothing to do with Oda’s death, I didn’t think I’d be able to explain why I had it.
But where to hide it, where to hide it?
My room?
No, if someone found it, it would be obvious it was mine. Stupid idea.
The infirmary? It could hide with Doctor Wagner’s other potions and medicine. But if h
