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One eyebrow raised, I elbowed hiot out of the car and stepped into Silk Road “What the hell was that all about then? With Prudence’s grandma”

Sterling shrugged as he lit a cigarette “Dunno I just don’t like people being uess”

Odd response, I thought, and one that I would have expected fro I keptoff on hi sweet I shuddered

Yet headin

g all the way to Silk Road and co practically the entirety of the Black Market turned out to be useless in the end Madaht Even a bazaar as diverse and – well, bizarre as the Black Market didn’t trade in things like the breath of the dying, or the screams of those in truest pain

Sterling, Gil, and I got several uncomfortable looks each time we asked There was no way to be subtle with it, too One wizard reached under his desk for a gnarled wand, fixing us arning stares and very pointedly telling us to leave And so we did, empty-handed

I ruffled my hair in frustration as we left the void of the Black Market and reentered Valero’s reality One whole day spent on nothing Meanwhile the Eldest were so their fucked-up orbital laser, waiting for the right tiotten jack shit done

For what ain

“At least we have two ingredients,” Gil offered helpfully

He was right We had the a It was anyone’s guess how Arachne could have possibly known, but she set o She didn’t actually want the hair froht

In her own terrifying, precognitive way, Arachne oddess hair sooner or later I reached for it, so the warh Nyx’s hair under the pads of ers Good So it was still there, and in one piece

But again: we still needed two incredibly rare, and incredibly incriredients I was so distracted that I couldn’t re about just then, and I just blurted it out

“I’ anyone,” I said “Not for this I’ anyone, either This is fucked” I pushed ernails across my skin in frustration “No We’re fucked”

Gil’s huge, heavy hand clapped me on the shoulder “Hey We’ll find a way, okay? Despair doesn’t look good on you Come on”

Sterling threw his arers like cold sausages “We’ll take care of you, buddy Just us boys of the Boneyard, froether, as affectionate as Sterling would ever be “Carpe noctem Remember”