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“Move, you,” says Tom, to the dog.

The dog, reluctantly, vanishes.

“Your new mother!” says Tom.

Amelia stops frantically decorating her study with glitter and unicorns. She puts on a desperately charming smile.

She turns!

Jane gasps again. “It’s a renegade alchemist!” she posits.

“No!” exposits Tom. “She’s a renegade alchem— wait.”

“It’s the malignant residue of a glowering toad,” Jane says. “You can always tell!”

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