"Yeah," Zelda said, without even really thinking it through - it was obvious that she ought to stay with Alfred, because where else would she possibly go? Her job, the other curses she had to deal with - they did not occur to her for a moment.

"At least until his brother gets here." She was going to have to write to Evander Darrow about this - at least she was not going to have to tell him that Alfred was dead. "Do you - is there, um, an owl I can use somewhere here?"

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