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*Benjamin* It’s night. I’ve dreaded this, but thankfully, with Molly here, I’ve been assigned to stay with her while she does the spell so the rest can dig up the grave. The last thing I want to do is hold a tiny casket or see tiny remains inside. I’d do it for Calvin, but I don’t think I can handle that. Molly insisted on doing the spell outside in case something goes wrong, which is a broad concern and leaves me not knowing what to expect. We ventured into the woods quietly, where she sits in a clearing with no trees hanging over her, with Ada’s dirty shirt. Her eyes are closed tightly as a fire burns before her. She’s not said anything, but her lips have moved as if silently casting a spell. It’s been over an hour, but finally, Molly gasps. “I see it, Dad,” she says in amaze