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The flavor was as bitter as rust, though with a hint of saltiness. The drink was thicker than I expected, and I ended up choking on the last swallow. I lowered the vial and looked up at Chris with a wrinkled face. His expression mirrored mine. “That was… worse than I expected.”
Chris placed the cork back on his half-drunk vial and nodded. “Agreed.” He turned his attention to Greylock who watched us with an unblinking fascination. “So, what happens now?”
Greylock held out his hand. “Give me the vials.”
Chris and I looked at each other, but I shrugged and together we handed them back. Greylock pocketed them in his coat and set his hands on the top of his cane. “Now we wait.”
I frowned. “Wait for-” I froze as a strange tingling sensation started at the end of my fingers and
