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In which everyone loses their minds

When Willa entered the house the next day, she found what looked like a long, crumpled piece of mottled tissue paper lying in the hall.

“What is this?” She leaned down for a closer look. Baz appeared at her elbow, very interested.

“Ooh, I can’t believe she just left it here!” Baz lifted it carefully and began rolling it up.

“Who?”

“Miss Trang.”

“I thought she was still sleeping.”

“She was up this morning, just long enough to get a cup of tea …” Baz held up the roll. “And shed this.”

Willa recoiled. “Wait, that’s her skin? Eww!”

Baz rolled her eyes. “Dragons shed their skin. Fact of life, get over it.” She gave the rolled bundle a little pat. “She was so sleepy that she forgot to burn it. Dragons always burn their skin after shedding it.”

“Why?”

“To keep it from falling into the wrong hands. There’s a lot of magic in this baby, and if the wrong person picked it up …” Baz shook her head. “Let’s just say it would not be a good thing. I’ll take very good care of this.” Baz hurried off down the hall with her treasure cradled in her arms, muttering excitedly. “And only thirty-eight days until Walpurgis Night…”

“What is Walpurgis Night?” Willa called after her but got no answer.