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‘Just the one rumour?’ I said. ‘Remarkable.’
The Baron’s irresistible smile flashed. ‘Actually, more than one.’
‘Let’s have the first one, then.’
‘Is it true that there’s a leak inside the Society?’
That was unexpected. I filled my mouth with ice cream and fruit, stalling for a few moments to think. What should I tell him?
He wasn’t wrong. Things had got pretty interesting at work lately. We’d discovered an incredibly rare and indescribably valuable artefact (a book, talkative); faced off against a new, but nonetheless powerful rival organisation with the downright fatuous name of Ancestria Magicka who were determined to steal it; and almost got eaten alive by a haunted house and its trio of unfriendly ghosts. In the middle of all this, we’d found that word of the chatty book (Bill
