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Jay coughed. I suspicioned it might have been a strangled laugh. ‘Torvaston is an interesting figure,’ Jay quickly put in, before Melmidoc could blow his proverbial stack. ‘He had some theories about the sources of magick, which are of considerable significance to us. His disappearance into your Britain is a mystery we’d like to solve.’
Why? demanded Melmidoc, all bluntness. You were well rid of him.
‘Were we?’
Melmidoc made no answer.
‘Because we want to restore Farringale,’ I said. ‘And that is because the decline of magick in our — and your — Britain can, debatably, be traced back to that approximate era. It’s been withering away for four centuries and we’d like to stop it.’
I paused for breath, feeling peculiarly as though I’d just said something momentous. I hadn’t really… had
