Proctor paced through the night and prepared to go out again at dawn. Grueby stopped him at the front door. “I wouldn’t go out there today.” “You don’t have to,” Proctor said, and pushed past. He stepped into the street and looked at the sun, obscured by the pall of smoke that hung over the city. It might be easier to find Lydia in daylight than in darkness. He still felt the jitters, drawing him toward what ever the Covenant intended. He started walking the streets at random. He was confident enough now with just a few landmarks that he could find his way back. He could always find the river. If he found the river, he could find the Houses of Parliament. Once he found the Houses of Parliament, he could make his way to the shops on Bond Street, and from Bond Street he could find his way back to the house on Welbeck. So he didn’t pay attention to where he was going, following instead the pull of magic wherever it took him. At first glance, the city had the dismal appearance of a drunk at dawn, slow to move, grimacing at the light, and holding its breath against any sudden noise.
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