Zelda wrinkled her nose at Ari. The thing was - she knew he was right. She didn't have to like that he was right, but he was right, and she also knew that she was going to keep ignoring him. Because if she was right about this curse, then she had no time to lose at all.

"You don't do that," Zelda said, although there wasn't really any bite to it. She was going to have to sleep, sooner or later. But - well, if she was good enough, then she could finish this and sleep after. And then, maybe, J. Alfred Darrow would stop haunting her.

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