“I don’t understand,” Sibyl said, turning my cameras slowly to get a panorama of the destruction. “What kind of robber kicks in a door and then sits around breaking valuables into tiny pieces?” “None,” I said, pulling a fistful of magic into my hand and slapping it against my poncho to activate all of my personal wards. “This wasn’t a robbery. They were looking for something.” And I bet I knew what. I reached into my bag for the notes I was still carrying. Of everything in that basement apartment, these were what our poor dead mage had chosen to hide, which meant they were probably what the
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