The diviner bit had seemed to make sense, but as she continued Ezra was properly lost. She'd talked to... a version of him. He didn't know what to think of that information. He didn't know any spells that could actually recreate people like that, which meant she'd probably had a conversation with something someone had conjured up. It couldn't possibly have told her anything that had any relevance to the real world, could it? But whatever it had said, it had worked Rosie up quite a bit.

Then she mentioned the curse. Ezra hesitated and let the air between them get still.

"I don't want to have this conversation," he said eventually. His voice was quiet and steady. He didn't mean that he didn't want to talk about the curse, exactly — he knew better than to think he could. He meant that he didn't want to have this conversation, whatever this conversation would inevitably devolve into if she tried to press him to say things he couldn't.

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