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Just like that, we were off to Boston, the place where my story began. Soon after piling into the van, we were speeding down I-93 toward the city.
As we neared Boston, Ariadne spoke up, her voice loud and clear. “Before we get there, I want to remind you all of something,” she said. “Boston is very dangerous. There are a lot of people, and that means that there are a lot of Goldie’s minions, too. The city is practically crawling with them, especially because it has so much history. Abbie, I’m sure you had some encounters even before you knew you were an Elemental.”
I thought for a moment, then nodded. “Maybe.”
Several occasions had already popped into my mind. I remembered the thirteen-year-old girl I’d known who had dated a high school boy and one day was found dead in her room, mo
