Donna rushed into her bedroom and locked the door softly as she stood in the center of the room with her spellbook open in her hands. She had taken a quick scan outside the door to make sure no one was lurking.
“Alright,” she muttered under her breath, scanning the page again. “Calling on the spirits to assist me with third tier duplication, creating a temporary projection which would have no emotional imprint, no independent will, just presence.”
She placed the book on her desk and drew a careful circle in chalk on the floor. The symbols had to be precise.
A mistake in symmetry could fracture the spell’s core and create something she absolutely did not want wandering around the packhouse pretending to be her which could ultimately cause lots of damage.
The first attempt fizzled alm
