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    “No,” Nate snapped. “No arguing. Not now. You move in with me until you figure out what you want to do. I don’t care. But you can’t stay here, and you can’t sell it. So we just flatten everything off and build one hell of a fence around it and keep people out of it forever and just pretend none of this bullshit exists.”
    Izzy raised an eyebrow. “That’s your plan? Build a big fence and walk away?”
    “No! Don’t forget I’m still a half a mile away from this place.”
    “That’s right Nate, you’re only a half mile away from this place. What happens if the magic grows and one day you’re sitting on your front steps and the next thing you know something comes out of the darkness at you?”
    Nate paled.
    “That’s what I thought.”

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