*Slowly, Meg reaches her hands up to her temples, as if she's going to brush her hair out of her eyes, and then pulls them away, her eyes firmly shut and her face set -
and then opens her eyes again, and stares down at the silvery almost-not-quite-liquid that fills her hands.*
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*Slowly, Meg reaches her hands up to her temples, as if she's going to brush her hair out of her eyes, and then pulls them away, her eyes firmly shut and her face set -
and then opens her eyes again, and stares down at the silvery almost-not-quite-liquid that fills her hands.*