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Echoes
Miranda
Mouth dry, all I could do was stare at Simon. “T-temple?” I stammered.
“I know you saw it, Miranda.” He was still smiling, his entire attitude relaxed. Apparently, he wasn’t at all put off by my presence so close to his sanctum. “Would you like to go inside? I was going to show you at some point anyway…once I thought you were ready.”
I wanted to retort that I would never be ready for that kind of terrible magic, but my tongue seemed to be sticking to the roof of my mouth. At last I was able to swallow. Then I said, “What are you doing messing around with that kind of stuff, Simon?”
His head tilted slightly. “I hope you’re not going to get all sanctimonious and start lecturing me about the left-hand path, or whatever it is you McAllister witches call it. After all, y
