The strange pair continued down the foyer and hooked a right, following the gaudily ominous signs toward the Book of the Blind exhibit.
Rhiannon rubbed her chin. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to whip you up a hell of a countercharm to get in here.”
“But you can do it?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Rhiannon said. “…Maybe.”
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