Carlos led us to a set of unmarked doors near the end of the hall. The wards on the room sizzled on my skin. “Damn,” Malcolm said, clearly impressed. “Heavy-duty containment wards and a bunch of Gandalf wards too.” Gandalf wards were what Malcolm called wards designed not to let anything through—as in You shall not pass. “Whatever’s in there, they don’t want anyone getting near it, or anything getting out.” I had a pretty good idea what was in that room. It was priceless, and quite possibly the most dangerous object in the building. And it was meant for me. Hooray.
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