They call me Merlin Sherlock not because that’s myname and not b ecause I’m particularly good at being adetective. And certainly not because I saw them coming.They take you at age thirteen without any choice orforeknowledge on your part. One day you are drowsing inyour father’s study over a tome of fairy tales wi th no ideathat they are all true. Not literally. Literarily, perhaps. Allkernels of truth coated over with fancy.
Then they take you for thirteen times thirteen yearsduring which you only age thirteen which, if you havefollowed the math, you understand I am one hundred eightytwo years old, can pass for twenty-six but according toMelda have all the social sophistication of a retrogressedtwelve.
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