To Alan's surprise, seeing that frown on Edwin's face sends a surge of relief through him. Rely on Courcey to get interested in a magical problem.
Except -- this shouldn't be a magical problem to him. That truth-candle Maud had on the Lyric was his work, Alan is sure of that. And not being acquainted with Maud doesn't make any sense. Could someone really have wiped away that much of Edwin's memory?
Maybe. But it feels like something else is going on.
"As you like, Mr. Courcey," he mutters, rolling his eyes. It takes a moment for him to untangle himself from the covers and clamber off the bed. The bloody thing could sleep three easily.
"Where on Earth are we?" he adds. The view out the window is nowhere in Britain he's ever seen.
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Except -- this shouldn't be a magical problem to him. That truth-candle Maud had on the Lyric was his work, Alan is sure of that. And not being acquainted with Maud doesn't make any sense. Could someone really have wiped away that much of Edwin's memory?
Maybe. But it feels like something else is going on.
"As you like, Mr. Courcey," he mutters, rolling his eyes. It takes a moment for him to untangle himself from the covers and clamber off the bed. The bloody thing could sleep three easily.
"Where on Earth are we?" he adds. The view out the window is nowhere in Britain he's ever seen.