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“You mean—?” Elena asked.

“That I might decide what another person should be rid of.” Miss Butcher’s eyes found Elena’s. “We are not editors of souls, child. We are gardeners. We can prune a dead branch, not decide to fell the whole tree because its leaves shade us.” She laughed softly. “If I taught anything, it’s that repair is more important than removal.” miss butcher 2016

Miss Butcher smiled. “I went where I needed to. But some things needed finishing.” Her voice held a tired kindness. “You came.” “You mean—