against one.

    “t said, eyes slitted against ts  tied up betcrops of rock on t.”

    Sabriel looked, but saill sracted telescope from toucone’s back. ood completely still  as ty village. Playing , but s really mind.  metapugging es.

    telescope, s Mogget ly ion: a glimpse of a ary sig bet nestled on tern side.

    Sing o ter, Sabriel follos lengted, t, er indicated t there, now removed.

    “It looks like to the island,”

    sting telescope doer, to keep running er bet t t idal er—”

    “Let’s go ttered toucone.  , be no be guarding t .

    it furt off doeps, doo to ter. toucone follourning every feeps to c did likeinually looking back, peering up at the houses.

    Beters inccy of scrio marc to ter, still moving errible er. Rotten, corroded  teetal mouths.

    Fart by ligration, anger—and fear. they all knew who had passed.

    One suced by lot and compelled by its peers, gave up its existence in Life  scream, vaniso Deater  o reaces to a final demise. But ter didn’t care about t.

    ter proved to be at least fifteen feet er  ones in front of ttered off into the sea.

    Instantly, toucone rus of Sabriel, and s ter Magic from c circle in t of till a she air.

    Four arroriking the circle, simply vanished.

    tely, striking stones or sea.

    “Arrooucone. “Effective, but o keep going. Do reat?”

    “Not yet,” replied Sabriel. Sirring in tones t marked o be of little t.

    “ed Sabriel. “e are friends!”

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