SCAR OF SCANTHIN
Helen yelled after him, “You can’t go in there!”
But it was too late. Snarl was already racing into the room. He slammed through the doors,
almost breaking them right off their hinges, and came face to face with a thick wall of smog. Coughing
and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear
his vision.
When the room finally began to clear, Snarl could see the witch leaning over the desk. In front
of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the
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