t-up pat it o ankle-depthigh-high slippages.

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    ater and mud, coupled ain pat slo took an o cover less t er in ternoon t of ter, up onto t. At least t, glancing up. ter sun  particularly  and couldn’t be described as glaring, but it ainly deter most kindred of turing out.

    Neverto to eps carved from tar. tled on top of t ty cozy brick cottages, ile roofs, some painted brigen.

    It ely silent, save for t of oucone dreoget so-s passed for a main street, s noered windows.

    Bot uneasy, nervous—a nasty, tingling, creeping sensation climbing up from spine, to nape of neck, to foreer mark.

    Sabriel also felt things.

    Lesser Dead, , lurking  somewhere nearby, in house or cellar.

    At treet, on t point of ter Stone stood on a patcended laone on green turf. A body lay in front of tone,  bound, t across t a clear sign of one.

    Sabriel knelt by ted from tone. It ly ruined, s, but already to Deat feel ts beyond, leaking out around tone, sucking he air.

    too, s beyond tience for nigo fall.

    As sed, ter Mage, dead but t s expected to find the dead person was a woman.

    ide s, but t, t cut, s brown  and blood.

    “t, indicating a bracelet on  ter look. t er marks of greenstone. Dead marks no in tal.

    “Shree or four days ago,”

    Sabriel announced. “tone  time.”

    toucone looked back at ce.  Sabriel noticed t ire body ense, like a compre