“What was that?” he asked. The spirit crackled red with indignation. “That woman ensslaved my essence. I wass powerless.” Edwin stood doubled over his knees in the middle of the empty road. Behind him was the loud hum of the fair. “Come, we musst move. We mussn’t forget your hand.” “Where are we going?” “The pass.” “We’re leaving Chardwick? Where will we go?” Edwin asked, almost hopeful, but the spirit didn’t stay to answer; it floated down the road towards the pass, just slow enough that Edwin could keep up if he ran. The village was empty away from the fair, and, running fast, it wasn’t long before Edwin and the spirit were at the bottom of the pass. “Now where?” Edwin asked, still trying to catch his breath. He knew that if they started climbing there would be no reason to stop before they reached the inn. “It is in the treess.” In the starlight Edwin could just make out the small patch of trees at the edge of town. It was the same patch his mother had run through all those years before.
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