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I called Aunt Shelly first. It went straight to voicemail. She probably did that to avoid letting me out or she’s actually busy. I called Heather next. “Before you try to cover it up”, I said, “I already know”. I sniffed before talking again, “we need to talk. Now”. “Wiberly, relax” she urged softly. “Do I sound stressed?” the break in my voice betrayed me. I let out the tears again, “if anything happens to…” my tears choked me. “We’ll find her. I promise”, she said, “I’ve been working on it since last week. He put some kind of blocking spell on himself”. “I know where he is”. I confessed. She didn’t say anything at first. Probably trying to understand how I found out what she’s been working on for days. “Where?” she asked. “The place where the circus was. He said I should be there by mid
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