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Once I got home, I spent the whole evening trying to get a vision from that stupid wooden horse. I wanted to learn to scry, but the weirdness of the horse made cracking it a priority. It felt like looking at it through the back of a one-way mirror. I could see it, but my powers slid right over the surface. The internet wasn’t much help, but it’s not like I’d been doing this long enough to know where to look. By the time I went to bed on Tuesday night, I was exhausted and frustrated.
Something was off. And when things were off with my powers, I went straight to Missing Pieces. Although the store didn’t open until nine, Olive usually showed up early to get ready for the day. As soon as I dropped Kyle off at preschool, I raced over, not even stopping for my morning latte.
“Is Sam here?”
