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“I hate locked room mysteries,” Chrys pouted.
Roger shrugged.
“I mean it! And you know why?”
Roger shrugged again. He’d heard it before, but he certainly wasn’t going to interrupt her. Once was enough.
“Because they’re never the ‘mystery’ people think they are. Haunts. Faeries. Magicians. Psychics. Demons.”
“Deities,” Roger suggested.
“Oh, yes, deities. And that’s not even counting half my family. And all of a thousand flavors and homelands. It’s a wonder anyone vanishes from an unlocked room.”
Roger let her voice fade into the background as his eyes started taking in details of the chamber from which Mr. Duffy had disappeared last night, screaming.