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It was pre-dawn, and I was enjoying my coffee with cream and sugar, nursing the hot cup in my fingers, thinking.
The phone rang.
We never got phone calls this early in the morning; it must have been an emergency. But what emergency?
Jack was safe in bed, so not that. Maybe it was the police calling him?
I picked up the phone, wondering.
"Mrs. Bedwen speaking," I said.
"Oh, boss," Mr. Trent's voice said on the other side of the line, with a relieved sigh. "I caught an intruder."
"Did you call the police?" I asked.
"Yes," Mr. Trent said. "But there is something else you should know, Mrs. Bedwen. The intruder… he's a light mage."
Oh.
"Did you use it?" I asked, fully knowing the answer.
"Yes," Mr. Trent said.
"Did you tell the police he's a light mage?" I asked.
"Yes," Mr. Tre
