Chapter 42 The Ice-House

“Who?” I said. “Wren, who did you see?”

His lips parted. For a moment, I thought he would tell me, there in the dead leaves with the smoke still curling from his wrist.

Then, far behind us, from the edge of the Darkwood, a horn sounded.

Three short blasts and one long. The trackers’ call. It mean...

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