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He was right. The bed was empty.
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Meggie was staring at the place where the tin soldier had been. She missed him. "No," she muttered. "What flower maiden?"
"It's a very old story. I'll tell you the short version. The long one is better, but it will soon be light. Well - there was once a magician called Gwydyon who had a nephew. He loved his nephew better than anything in the world, but his mother had put a curse on the young man."
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