Dom She adjusted her lab coat and looked at the brown bundle I had placed on her workbench. "So," she said, her voice turning sharp and professional, "you didn't just come to see if I was still breathing. What is this, Dom?" "I need you to run a full analysis," I said. I leaned against the edge of a steel table. "It’s a tea. That's what it's supposed to be, though." She leaned over the bundle. She didn't open it yet. She just took a deep, careful sniff of the air around the cloth. Her nose wrinkled instantly. "Hmm," she hummed, her eyes narrowing behind her safety glasses. "It smells like Vantige. Heavily concentrated. I can smell the metallic bite from here." She was that sharp girl. "I know it has Vantige in it," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "But there's more. At least that's what I feel like," I said, purposely omitting the fact that this tea bleaches clothes. I wanted her to make those findings herself, or at least confirm my own internal knowledge. Lyra looked a
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