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And then a wave of dizziness overcame him, and he had to
put the baby on the floor in case he dropped it. No, not an it, he
corrected himself, a she. Cassandra Mason, daughter of Louise
Mason, once an employee of Ashley Chapel Logistics; he was
Ashley Chapel, he realized.
Standing unsteadily, he looked down at the dull bronze
armour that he was wearing with a mixture of uncertainty and
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disbelief. The last thing he remembered was being in his office
with Chapel and that Doctor fellow, running the Millennium
Codex. He stared at his current environment  the dusty beige
soil, the walls of mist in the distance, the sapphire blue sky
with its silent electric storms, the impossibly shaped palace of
coloured glass  and felt his heart race. Was this the paradise
promised by Saraquazel? If so, what was he planning to do
with Mason's child?
The memories evaporated as quickly as they had invaded
his mind. Picking up the child, the Archimage braved the
nauseating sight of the Tabernacle and located the entrance.
Nothing would stop his domination of the Great Kingdom.
And the universe beyond.
`I'm worried about Louise,' said Mel. Louise was lying on a
makeshift bed  actually one of the library tables  covered by
a thin sheet of grey silk, but she hadn't moved or spoken since
she had collapsed.
The Doctor, half-way up one of the bookcase ladders and
half-way down the corridor, was reaching for yet another tome
to add to the ever-increasing pile that was weighing down poor
old Gargil. 'Hardly surprising,' he called out. 'The shock of
what happened in the Tower, coupled with the dual
personalities that plague nearly all of us, has almost certainly
shaken up the synapses. She's healing naturally at the moment
 or what passes for natural in this place  and I think we
should just let her be.' He jumped down from the ladder and
extracted one of the books from Gargil's pile, threatening to
unbalance the whole lot.
`Read this, and look for anything about the polarity of
magic.' He hurled the book down the corridor like a square
discus, and Mel could only assume that it was Melaphyre's
instincts that enabled her to catch it without thinking.
`Polarity of magic?' It sounded like gibberish to her.
`Don't argue, Mel. You have a photographic memory and
can read faster than a spielsnape being chased by a rabid dog,'
he snapped. 'We have very little time left, what with the
Archimage's mad dreams of glory and the unravelling of
reality. Somewhere in here'  he threw out his arms to
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encompass the entire library  'lies the answer to all our
problems. So get reading.'
Mel sat down with a sigh, only to jump up again when her
armour jabbed her in the back. Earlier, she had asked the
Doctor whether she could take it off, but he had insisted that
she continue wearing it for protection. Sitting down more
gingerly this time, she opened the massive book and started to
absorb its contents, occasionally glancing up to see what the
Doctor was up to.
Thankfully, all traces of the Valeyard's costume were
almost completely gone; that was something that Mel was
especially grateful for. Although Mel didn't really understand
who this `Valeyard' was, the Melaphyre portion of her mind
told her that he represented the ultimate pinnacle of evil. The
thought of that, housed in and abusing the Doctor's body, was
almost more than she could bear. She shuddered and returned
to her studies.
She was half-way through the book  which did seem to
concern 'polarity of magic' after all  when a cry disturbed her.
Looking up, she saw that Louise was thrashing around on the
table.
'Cassie!' she was screaming, her eyes darting around the
library annexe in sheer panic. Mel ran over and grabbed her
hand, squeezing it tightly and  she hoped  reassuringly.
`It's all right, Louise. You're safe here.'
Louise seemed to calm down, but her eyes were empty and
cold.
`They've gone, haven't they? Barry and Cassie, they're
gone.'
Mel swallowed. Her entire life had been spent bubbling
along, looking for the best out of every person and situation
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