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“It’s not fair,” complained Ravi, for the nth time since Conall had delivered the Elder’s instructions. “She’s a Wundersmith,” Sofia still felt excited when she remembered there was a Wundersmith again. “Wundersmiths belong in the School of Wundrous Arts.”
He had a point but the Elders’ instructions had been clear. But that explained Rook, at least, who hadn’t made sense as a scholar mistress for a extinct dormant school. There was a student now and Sofia and Conall had been put in charge of teaching the first Wundersmith born in nearly a century. She couldn’t wait to meet Morrigan Crow.