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Maureen exhaled with a silent chuckle. She hadn't told Meredith her name. "Maureen. You're from Camelot, aren't you? No doubt you'd have heard of me."

In the first few tower years, Maureen was everyday gossip. The little girl who made Farmer Caspar's cows milk dry. The little girl who walked into a fire. Magic was no mystery to Camelot, but Maureen was. And Merlin had lost his daughter for it.

"Everything I've done," Maureen stepped close to Meredith, outstretching a pale hand to twirl Meredith's hair between her fingers. She's never been this close to person. She's never had a conversation this long with a person.

"Now why are you still here?" She said in a soft voice as she tucked a lock of dark hair behind Meredith's ear.