“This all belonged to my mother.” He takes a step into the chaos. “When I was a small boy, the Queen and her people filled these halls with light and merriment, and every day was an adventure. Now these walls offer me and my boys protection—from the Dark Ones, from the pirate, often from the other creatures of this land.” “Where’s the Queen now?” I ask, moving closer to Pan to avoid being hit by a boy careening after a friend. “The Dark Ones rose up and overthrew her some time ago,” he says, his voice dark and his jaw tight. I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. “Come. I’ll take you to
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