Making pease porridge takes precision and focus,” Baxter said, hoisting a cauldron onto a worktable and then using a long spoon to stir the thin layer of stardust inside. They were in a room that looked like a medieval apothecary. Cabinets full of haphazardly arranged jars and bottles lined the walls. Dried herbs hung from beams that ran along the cavern ceiling. Flames flickered in the fireplace, and Baxter occasionally fanned them with a pair of old bellows. Baxter pulled down several glass beakers from a corner cabinet, each labeled in his illegible script. “So crude stardust needs to be refined before working magic?” Simon asked. He had his notebook out and was detailing every move Baxter made. “Yes.” Baxter measured out a pale liquid into the bottle. “The first Fiddlers explored the magical properties of stardust, but only when it had gone through a process of refining. In its raw state, it looks like a plain old meteorite.” Wren didn’t think there was anything plain about meteorites.
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