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I welcomed the opportunity. The spies at Rauceby
had been whispering. Well, they’d been yelling actually. Demolition had started, and for
my last chance, I’d better get up there.
We found the entire site covered in plastic enclosures, submerged buckets, and girls in green
ferrying amphibians. The great newt rescue was on.
I explained to Magnus that this really wasn’t normal. Not that what we were doing was normal,
but there are degrees.
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