Nyro had eaten nothing since their meeting the evening before, and he was feeling distinctly light-headed. He struggled to concentrate on what Osman was telling him. “You have to make a circle of undoing,” Osman repeated. “Crossing over into the sumara’s world isn’t going to be easy, you know. Things have to be done in the right order and in a way that the sumara will find acceptable.” “What happens if we get it wrong?” Osman shook his head. “We will not get it wrong.” They climbed over the back fence, entered through the back door and made their way upstairs. Flies buzzed angrily around the bowl of blood, and the smell in the room had grown so bad that Nyro found himself gagging. Calmly Osman opened the leather satchel he had been carrying, took out a mirror and placed it in the middle of the floor. Nyro saw that something was written on the mirror, but he could not make out the unfamiliar words. Next Osman took a paper bag and cut a hole in one corner to allow its contents—some sort of white powder—to trickle out.
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