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          Looking down the street, Rowan paused. She fished about in her jeans pocket, her hand closing round the stiff card and pulling it out. She strained her eyes in the fading light, trying to make out the address on the invitation.          It had arrived at the home the day before, amongst all the other post. The crisp white envelope that contained it had no stamp, no return address. It was plain except for her name written across the centre in bold calligraphy. She'd spotted it before any of the others and quickly slipped it into her combats. She had felt its presence all day, the knowledge of it burning in the back of her mind, yet