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The clicking of teeth and the buzz of the wings filled the air as the black creatures filled the air. Somewhere that other huge thing howled, and it didn't sound any happier than we were.
And I wondered, suddenly, where Sheriff Creston -- Uncle Darman -- had gone. I had not seen him since we arrived in this wonderland of disasters, but I had the feeling he might be close.
Published on June 03, 2016 14:02