Andromeda watched the griffin, a ponderous look on her face, until Andrew tugged her forward. The whole house shuddered as they walked through it.
“Fiona,” said Felicity, eyeing the walls with distrust, “we can stay outside. Please don’t feel obligated to invite us in.”
“In truth,” said Fiona, her voice timid and shaky, “I think it might do Katrina good to see you. She always talks about being a princess. She knows all of your names, and she sometimes puts you all in her...
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