had access to years ago. Wil didn’t need to be here anymore. He should have been pulled out years ago, over a decade ago. Instead they’d forgotten about him. A spy without a mission.


    Réimse Fiáin would be forced apart. A severance between human and magic. They knew it was true, and still they left him here. Now it had come to pass, and he was still here, sitting at the Royal table as though he hoped to be in a crown himself.


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    Because I have to do whatever you tell me to do, Wil added silently.


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    ‘Réimse Fiáin still there?’


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    ‘And untrue.


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    ‘ten other heirs here. Ten! That’s too many to remember, and I don’t even care. I think about doing this when I’m older and I just want it all to go away.’


    If only it were that easy. ‘It’s your first time at one of these things,’ Wil pointed out. ‘It’s natural to be overwhelmed.’


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