“Be patient, darlings; peck and shit while you still can. “Just a short one; if I get to three and she hasn’t passed that bag over, blow her ugly head off. But this year there’s something else, as well: a sense of wrongness that no one can quite voice. Light fell through the ruined roof and dappled her face.
“Back! Turn back!”He tried to scream the words, but they came out in what was little more than a croak. He somehow restrained the urge to open the bag and stick his head inside it, like a horse sticking its head into a bag of oats, and looped the drawstring over the pommel of his saddle twice instead. Jake scraping steel on flint, flashing sparks at the kindling of their campfire, sparks that fell short and died before they lit. ”“Aye, as ye will.
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