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3 ‘Ves,’ snapped Val the following morning, ten o’clock sharp, somewhere in the midst of the city of York. ‘Calm down. They aren’t going to be there.’ ‘They might be,’ I protested. ‘Well, maybe not all of them. One of them? It could happen.’ ‘The Elvyngs have more important things to do than hover about in The Shambles signing autographs.’ ‘Hovering,’ I beamed. ‘Literally.’ ‘No.’ ‘I don’t want an autograph. I just want to…’ I paused. ‘I don’t even know.’ ‘Gush about how amazing they are, knowing you.’ ‘You think me absurd. I knew it.’ ‘Ves, everyone thinks you’re absurd.’ ‘Except Alban. He thinks I’m impressive.’ I wanted to add Jay’s name to the (incredibly short) list; he’d shown signs of looking up to me when he’d first arrived. But I had pretty much put paid to that by now. N
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