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He spots the boy at about the same time he's spotted himself, tensing as recognition flashes through him. It's hard to forget such a distinctive coat, after all. Millie? He blurts out, immediately knowing that it's wrong. He tries again: Mallard? No — Malachi. Mali. What are you doing here? Where — Where is Delight? He almost asks, but he hears the hope in his own voice and cuts himself off in disgust. He doesn't need Delight anymore; he doesn't need to care where he is. But that doesn't mean he can't be curious about this — Delight's son, far away from Hushed Willows. What happened there?