“Nice,” said Graden, breaking the long silence of the ride as the cab pulled down the gravel drive to what had to be the doctor’s home. It was three stories high, built of gray stone, with numerous wings. Graden had been hoping he’d place the home and figure out who the doctor was, but he couldn’t remember ever visiting this place.
“Been here before?” asked the doctor, as though that wasn’t an odd question. How someone like him and someone like Graden could have completely missed the existence of the other their entire lives was a mystery—even those Graden hadn’t been close to in his class, he’d heard of. Well-off families interacted with or at least knew of each other, and Jewylle on Ilben wasn’t so large it was an easy thing to avoid people.
“Not that I remember, but my parents did hav
