“Islington?” I said quietly. “Hmm?” “Did you ever, as a child, have a vision of what you hoped your home would be?” He waited for me to continue. “In all my daydreaming at school, and in Bournemouth, I suppose, I would imagine my life here in St. Crispian’s and how I thought being home would feel. This is…” I let the sentence fade. He looked at me then. “Not what you had in mind?” “Better.” It came immediately. I tried to smile, but too fierce a feeling was in my chest. “I think about what Hawkes said those few months ago. Alchemy.” I motioned at the four of us. “It stands to reason it won’t
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