But never mind that. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. The Well Hole. "I am.
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