It seemed like all Melinda did was blink and suddenly the wizard—ErnestMacmillan, Hitwizard—was at her side. She looked at him without really seeing him and said in a strangely polite, but hollow voice, "I'm fine, Mr. Macmillan. I'll wait right here, thank you." Oh, her lips felt a bit numb now. That couldn't be right. But it could wait until Mr. Macmillan returned. He was a hitwizard and he had a job to do.
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