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Eventually, we reached the wall of Marchers Field. I suddenly remembered the cut on my shoulder and looked down to see blood dried along my arm. I moved my arm to try and rub off the blood but it had stained.

“What did you do there?” said Brooklyn, tenderly touching the skin around the cut.

“Oh when I was running away from Rubinus, I tripped and fell into the wall,” I said, shuddering as I said Rubinus.

Brooklyn said nothing just stroked my shoulder, but so lightly that it didn’t hurt at all. Soon we were all staring down at the trapdoor. Henry stepped forward and opened it and one by one we climbed down the steps. An overwhelming feeling of home, warmth and relief washed over me as we reached the hallway. Soft candelight brushed the walls and lit up the room. Caroline gave Sophia to Clive and went into the kitchen, and then everyone except me and Brooklyn went into the living room.

I laughed in a mixture of shock, grief and relief. Brooklyn wrapped his arms around me and looked into my eyes.

“Are you okay?” he said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I don’t know, I’m okay if you’re okay,” I said, leaning in closer.

“I’m great,” he said, kissing me.