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Revelations: Helena’s mind swirled as her aunt Deirdre continued to talk the entire way out of the asylum. She expected to find some arrangement like the one in Santa Clara, but after exiting the structure, it looked like the other five-story buildings on the street. If she didn’t know better, she would assume it was an office building. Amazing how things can hide in plain sight. “Sigmund, someone stole your horses, and left a little girl in their place,” Deirdre said as they approached Bessie. “Annie!” Helena rushed to greet her. Sigmund chuckled as he explained, “This is Bessie, she requires no horses, she is an invention of Professor Merryall, and it seems the young girl is Annie.” “Amazing!” Deirdre turned to the huge bald man who had been following three paces behind, “Ross, go c
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