“I intended to look for it, but I found a novel by Marlowe I hadn’t yet read. The one about Lady Magic’s faerie realm.” Sorscha perked. “Oh! I’ve read that one. It’s delightful.” Agatha squinted. “I know. I hadn’t read it because I let you borrow it and you gave it away.” “Oh, please. That was a hundred and fifty years ago.” “It was a new release!” Sorscha snorted. “You stole my favourite shoes and ruined them.” “You never even wear shoes, and I stole them because you burned my damned house to the ground.” Sorscha scoffed, throwing her hands up. “One time. It was one time.” “That’s an awful
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