"-- angel."
[ There's a girl standing by the carousel who's not been there a second ago. She's holding something in her hands, clutched to her chest.
She turns, wide-eyed. ]
Jem? Jem?
[ Her hold on the figurine in her hands tightens and she presses her back against the edge of the carousel, flattening herself against it. ]
Mortmain. [ The
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