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2 ‘Just the one rumour?’ I said. ‘Remarkable.’ The Baron’s irresistible smile flashed. ‘Actually, more than one.’ ‘Let’s have the first one, then.’ ‘Is it true that there’s a leak inside the Society?’ That was unexpected. I filled my mouth with ice cream and fruit, stalling for a few moments to think. What should I tell him? He wasn’t wrong. Things had got pretty interesting at work lately. We’d discovered an incredibly rare and indescribably valuable artefact (a book, talkative); faced off against a new, but nonetheless powerful rival organisation with the downright fatuous name of Ancestria Magicka who were determined to steal it; and almost got eaten alive by a haunted house and its trio of unfriendly ghosts. In the middle of all this, we’d found that word of the chatty book (Bill
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