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Thirty-three: Adelaide March When I was young, the Endless Estate was a weird house in our town that belonged to author Edward Endless. Edward Endless was famous for his stories about Faerie that had been popular since the 1950s. There wasn’t a single soul alive that didn’t know who he was or hadn’t read at least one of his books. The family was private, keeping to themselves mostly. I believed that I hadn’t had anything to do with them, ever. Until one day I discovered the secret of the Endless Estate. The reason that no one knew anything about them was that the Endless Estate made people forget anything that happened there. But once you were back on property, you remembered anything that had ever happened to you there. The Endlesses were my neighbors and my