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Sunday, June 13, afternoon
The Whitechapel, Hermia and Valmont's apartment

Under ordinary circumstances, this is the sort of meeting that I would prefer to hold in the library. That is where my books are; that is where most of my notes on magic are. That is where Chester feels more comfortable slipping in, and where Lydia can overhear and suggest useful texts.

But this is nothing close to an ordinary circumstance. Any discussion of magic needs to be discreet, of course, but I do not want to take any chances that anyone could overhear. Nor does Glass, as she said when she asked me for the meeting.

For her run of bad luck was not merely luck; it was a curse. And so we must be very very careful when we discuss it, for her safety and mine.

I move about the living room, setting out tea and some of the little cakes that Valmont made last night, as I wait for Glass to arrive. I have to move a few piles of books aside as I do, for I have brought home as many books as I could carry, and all of the relevant notebooks as well.

I just hope that it is enough.

[Open to Glass]