“Are you lying, Marbas?” Magnus snapped. “Do you swear on Baal that you are telling the truth?” “I swear,” said Marbas, red eyes rolling. “What benefit would it be to me to lie?” Will slid to his knees. His hands were locked across his stomach as if they were keeping his guts from spilling out. Five years, he thought. Five years wasted. He heard his family screaming and pounding on the doors of the Institute and himself ordering Charlotte to send them away. And they had never known why. They had lost a daughter and a son in a matter of days, and they had never known why. And the others—Henry
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