"Incendio," Eden said, bored with this now. She'd set alight to over thirty letters, most of them Howlers, since she'd woken up - woken up to find her bed smoking and a number of owls looking at her like she was the anti-Christ.
She'd not looked at the Prophet yet, she'd simply got up, got rid of more letters and more Howlers, and tried to get ready
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