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Professor Bhegad had warned us exactly that would happen as we neared the Day of Doom.
    Closer. Not farther away.
    â€œI think it’s the shards,” Cass said. “Remember, it was the Loculus of Healing . It was supposed to restore life to the dead.”
    â€œYou mean shard ,” I said.
    â€œShards.” Cass shrugged. “I took one, too.”
    I looked at him. “You did? Why didn’t you tell me?”
    â€œI didn’t think it was important,” Cass replied. “I just took it as a souvenir. It’s not as nice as yours. No designs or anything. I thought it was just a busted, useless piece of junk. But now . . .”
    He went to his desk and pulled open a drawer. From the bottom he took out a hunk of material maybe three inches long, wrapped in tissue. “It’s kind of ugly.”
    I heard a rustling noise from my pile of junk on my desk and jumped away.
    Cass dropped the shard. “Whoa. Did you bring in a mouse ?”
    The rustling stopped. I darted my hand out and pushed aside some candy wrappers. No critters there.
    Just my shard.
    â€œPick it up, Cass,” I said softly. “Your shard.”
    Cass swallowed. He lifted the little disklike thing from the floor. On the desk, my shard began to twitch like a jumping bean. “Whoa . . .” Cass said.
    I leaned over, peering closely at my shard, then Cass’s. “They’re not two random pieces,” I said. “It looks like they may have broken apart from each other.”
    â€œIt feels warm,” Cass said.
    â€œHold the long side toward me,” I said.
    As Cass angled his arm, I reached out to my shard and turned it so its longest side faced Cass’s.
    â€œOw—it’s like a hundred degrees!” Cass said.
    â€œHold tight!” I said.
    I felt a jolt like an electric current. As I pulled my fingers away from the shard, it shot across the room toward Cass.
    With a scream, he dropped his relic and jumped away.
    Bluish-white light flashed across our room. As Cass fell back on the lower bed with a shriek, the two shards collidedin midair with a loud DZZZZZT and a blast that smelled like rotten eggs.
    Flames shot up from the carpet as the pieces landed. I raced to the bathroom for a glass of water and doused the small fire quickly. I could hear Dad yelling at us from downstairs.
    But neither Cass nor I answered him. We were too busy staring at what remained in the singed, smoking patch of carpet.
    Not two shards, but one.
    They had joined together, without a seam.

CHAPTER SIX
A LY -B YE
    â€œW AIT, THEY JUST flew together and joined in midair,” Aly said, “like snowflakes?”
    Her hair was purple now, her face pale on my laptop screen. Belleville, Indiana, may have been overcast, but the Los Angeles sunshine was pouring through Aly’s bedroom window.
    â€œIt was more like massive colliding spacecraft,” Cass said. “Only . . . tiny. And not in outer space.”
    I held up the joined sections. Together they formed one larger shard. “You can’t even tell where they were separated.”
    â€œThat’s awesome,” Aly replied, as her face loomed closer to the screen. “Absomazingly ree-donculous. It means that—” Aly turned away from the screen and let out a loud sneeze.And then another.
    Cass’s eyes widened. “Are you okay?”
    â€œA cold,” Aly said.
    â€œBecause Jack and I were wondering, you know, about the treatments,” Cass went on. “It’s been a while since your last episode . . .”
    â€œIt’s a cold , that’s all,” Aly said, clacking away at her laptop. “Let’s get down to business. I’ve been doing research. Tons. About the Seven Wonders. About Atlantis.”
    â€œWhy?” Cass asked.
    â€œBecause what else am I going to do?” Aly said. “I know you’re feeling bad, Cass. But I refuse to give up. We start by