“Now, I’m sure you have questions. We can’t get to them all tonight, of course, but where would you like me to start?” She examines my tortured eyes for a moment, then nods. “Bea. Yes, of course. She’s perfectly fine, darling. Tucked into her bed, sleeping like a baby. Brewed her a cup of my special tea. She’ll be out for hours. Such a lovely child. You’ve done a wonderful job with her. Though I must admit, I was hurt to discover you lied about her age. She’s so small, it makes sense she might pass as nine instead of eleven, but I had my suspicions. A simple revelare aetatem spell gave me the
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