“Come over here.” He lights the candle and sets it in the bowl, and then backs quickly away. The flame turns crimson and begins leaking a thick, white smoke. “When I tell you to, I need you to very gently blow that smoke onto the book.” He’s still backing up. Still backing up. He’s outside of the room and ducking out of sight. “Codex, what’s this going to do?” I ask. His voice comes a ways down the hallway. “I’m almost sure it will disarm the trap.” “And if it doesn’t?” “It will trigger the trap.” “And that’s going to turn my blood to pus?” “That was more a colorful example than a prediction,”
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