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Anya scrolled rapidly until she found what she was looking for: The Restoration of the Wandering Soul.
Anya pressed Enter. A file named The White Grimoire.pdf began to download.
The instructions were deceptively simple. It required no eye of newt or rare herbs. It required focus, a silver mirror, and a declaration of what the caster was willing to forfeit.
Anya fetched a hand mirror from her dresser. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her laptop, the screen providing the only light. She placed the mirror face up between herself and the computer.
Anya leaned over the mirror. Her reflection looked back, but her eyes were draining of their hazel warmth, turning a flat, dull slate gray. She watched, mesmerized and terrified, as the rich mahogany of the attic floorboards, the deep blue of her sweater, and the soft yellow of her desk lamp bled away. The world dissolved into a monochrome photograph.
Anya closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. They felt hot against her skin. When she opened them again, the world was still gray, and it always would be. But as she listened to her mother's ecstatic voice, Anya knew it was the most beautiful thing she would ever experience. She had downloaded the book, paid the price, and balanced the scales.
