He didn't move. Then came a week of sleet and rain when he didn't go out in the yard. As night marched inexorably toward day, Wigg’s concern deepened. “How did you know those thingswould be here?” he asked.
Line after line seared its wayinto the sheet. He couldn’t help but notice that in this form,the Darkling seemed less evil, less remote. Instead of the wind pushingher from behind, this vessel is pulled into the emptiness of the morphing vacuums. Confused by what she saw, she could only look and wonder.
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