Sadie pulled a lump of wax from her bag and worked furiously, fashioning some kind of animal
shape.

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She put her wax animal on the desk—a dog, I thought —and began writing hieroglyphs on its back with a stylus.

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She tapped the wax dog, and it came to life. It started sniffing around the desk, looking for magic traps.

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