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Richard Stockworth. ”17In the orchard again. The world around him is noxious darkness; the air seems to creep on his skin like a layer of bugs. Horses running in search of a Drop they would never find, mayhap.

“Why, I b’lieve our Mayor’s met wiv a accident!”“Could be,” Jonas agreed. It looked like a coffin. He didn’t know. You couldn’t look too long, though, at least to start with.