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Samir snorted. "They're never wrong. They have committees."

She stood on the doorstep, clipboard hanging at her side.

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"Please," Maggit said, stepping between Indira and Finch. "We're not hurting anyone."

"How often?"

"A family spell," Finch wrote in the air. His handwriting shimmered gold.

Samir dropped his tea. "Do that again."

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, shoved halfway under her rain-slicked doormat. It had no stamp, no return address, just her name in sprawling, loopy handwriting that seemed to shimmer when she looked at it sideways.