"What do you mean by if it's placed properly?"
Malachi rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't actually know. Tobin just said to look through it and I'd figure it out. Which is the most Tobin answer he could have possibly given me."
"So we have a magic eyeball and zero instructions."
"Basically." He shifted the wooden box under his arm like it had gotten heavier since he picked it up. "He did say one more thing, though. And I don't think it was optional information."
"Go on."
"He said it's old powerful. The kind of old where nobody remembers who made it anymore, just what it does." Malachi's voice dropped, the way it always did when he was about to say something he didn't like saying. "He also said it's cursed. If you wear it too long, it starts changing you. Corrupting you, was the word he used. So we can't use it for longer than thirty minutes. Not once. Not ever."
"Thirty minutes," I repeated. "That's it?"
