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famous for not charging those too poor to pay, had fled Europe as children. Their parents had sent them away, as it turned out, mere days before being rounded up and sent to Majdanek, the less famous of Germany’s labor camps.
    â€œHow many could’ve been saved?” Elaine asked no one, for perhaps the millionth time.
    Yes, the Cruinnigh had pardoned her, but she had not, could not ever, pardon them. And now, homeless mortal children were suddenly, and unexplainably, manifesting magical powers in numbers never seen before, and changeling street kids were disappearing. All the while, the New World Western Region magister, Donovan, played the 1940s gangster boss.
    Elaine picked up her cell phone and dialed.
    â€œWell, this is a surprise,” Faolan said. “It’s been a while.”
    â€œHave you got a minute?” Elaine asked.
    â€œSure, what’s wrong?”
    Elaine let out a long breath. “Something bad is happening in Seattle. Someone needs to do something about it, but I think I’m in over my head.”

 
    E dward paced the small room where he’d donned his tuxedo. It was beautifully appointed with comfortable furniture and stunning examples of plant life. He only noticed it peripherally. Fear and joy—­tempered with anxiety—­churned inside him as memories rose up and swallowed him like an ocean tide.
    â€œExcuse me,” Caitlin had said softly as she’d stuck her head in Edward’s office door. “Dr. Huntington?”
    â€œYes?” Edward had said, looking up from a test result. When he saw it was Caitlin, he nearly fell out of his chair. Two weeks before, when he’d seen her for the first time, he’d been so awestruck that he’d walked right into a wall. He was still mortified. But that feeling was soon quashed by the quickening of his heart when he saw her smile. He tried not to think about how he’d altered his path through the hospital over the last two weeks so he’d see her at least a ­couple of times a day, mostly because it sounded creepy. Okay, even he had to admit it was a bit creepy, but he couldn’t help himself.
    â€œDo you have a moment?” Caitlin asked. She glanced around, then stepped into the office.
    Edward blinked and sat up. “Oh, ah, I, um.” He shook his head, which seemed to kick-­start his brain, and smiled, setting the papers on his desk. “Of course, come in.”
    Caitlin’s smile grew, and Edward fought back a sigh.
    Come on, he thought, stop acting like it’s high school and a cheerleader stopped to talk to you. You’re not thirteen!
    â€œThank you,” she said and closed the office door.
    â€œWhat can I do for you, Ms. . . . ?” He knew what her name was, he’d overheard it while she’d been talking with some other nurses. But he suspected there was no way to let her know that and not sound exceedingly creepy.
    â€œYou can just call me Caitlin, Dr.—­”
    â€œThen you call me Edward,” he said and smiled.
    She pursed her lips, looked him over, then shook her head. “No, you seem more like an Eddy.”
    He bristled a little but found it didn’t bother him as much as it usually did. Normally, he hated being called Eddy, but it didn’t seem so bad coming from her. “Well, whichever you prefer.”
    She looked around his office and when she saw the collection of degrees, her eyebrows raised. She looked from Edward to the degrees and back again. “How—­”
    â€œI graduated high school a few years early,” he said by way of explanation. He was used to the reaction. Most ­people his age didn’t have multiple graduate degrees on top of an MD and a psychiatric certification.
    Caitlin smiled bright. “You’re like that old TV show from the eighties,” she said, a laugh just behind her words. “ Doogie —­”
    He winced.
    â€œShit,” she