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Chapter 5 It says something that the body on the floor was not the most alarming thing. In fact, it took me a moment to even notice it there. Partly that was because of the throngs of people crowding around it, blocking my vision. But mostly it was because I was highly distracted by the sight of the spells, my grandmother's spells, failing all around the mead hall. The ceiling was alternating between the dark smoke-stained wood rafters of the Viking-era mead hall and the water-stained, broken ceiling tiles of the Runde meeting hall. Even as I gaped up at it, I saw the edges of the effect washing down the walls, as if whatever was breaking the spell was a thick liquid running down like melted candle wax. I wasn't sure if anyone else even noticed this yet, but they would soon enough. Be