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[ The children are long asleep, exhausted by the day's rigors -- and indeed, this day had seemed like a lifetime. It is only after midnight that Charles enters his study, a glass of brandy in hand and the ghost of a migraine, a living reminder of what had happened today, and what Charles had failed to stop.

He rubs his temple, as if he could somehow smudge the last vestiges of that reminder away, the memory of a coin powering through bone and brain matter and --

-- best not to think about it, now. ]