She opened her magesight to the slightest trickle of energy. All of the glass cases shimmered with passive security wards, and a handful of the gemstones toward the exhibit entrance burned with magic, but magical power also exuded from a single boring specimen in the back half of the room.
She passed cases of gems and minerals, and here it was with the meteorites. An unimposing gray chunk about the size of Kane’s large fist. The igneous stone’s interior shimmered in the light where a corner had been sheared away.
The placard below noted it was a gift from another museum in Britannia, featured here with examples of other meteorites found on the New Continent, but made no mention of its more obscure properties. It didn’t even specify the original location of this particular meteorite, whet
