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Wool's orphanage- the blasted end of the skrewt. A world set in 1938, where there's a big chance you'll die of chickenpox, end up without a career or join the military forces!
But that doesn't count for our female protagonist, Patsy Walters. Stuck in a house of misfits, life full ahead of her, what could possibly go wrong?
I'll give you a hint:
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Warning: use of sailor mouths (Pat)
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