It caromed off the round dome, magnifying and echoing against itself so that it sounded like a chorus of the dying. Cynthia was on her knees, looking at the broken Loculus in horror. I ran up beside her and fell to the dirt, sweeping up the pieces of the Loculus in my hands. “Marco, Cass!” They dropped to my side and tried to help. We all had to be careful to avoid Chinggis, who was still in a frenzy from all the commotion. The shards were sticking into my palms, drawing pricks of blood. “It . . . looks like glass,” I said. “Whoever heard of a Loculus made of glass?” “Back!” Torquin ordered, pulling me by the shoulder just in time to avoid Chinggis’s flying hoof. This Loculus was way more fragile than the one I’d thrown under the train in New York City. Instead of a few dozen thick, jagged pieces, there were millions. And whatever we could have collected was being kicked away and ground in the dirt by a wildly confused Chinggis. “What are we going to do now?” Cass asked.
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