Chapter 12 Six Minutes

Hazel's POV

Gold liquid hit the floorboards and hissed, eating a black scorch mark into the wood in seconds. I stared at it, frozen, until Osric's grip on my wrist tightened hard enough to hurt.

"The crack," he said. "Now. Before it all drains out."

"With what?"

"Anything. Your hand, if it has t...

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