Granny slowly collapsed backward, folding up like an empty dress. He rushed forward and caught her before she landed in the mud. One thin white hand gripped his wrist so hard that he yelped. Then she relaxed, and sagged in his grasp. Something made Oats look up. A hooded figure sat on a white horse a little way away, outlined in the faintest blue fire. “Go away!” he screamed. “You be gone right now or . . . or . . .” He lowered the body onto some tufts of grass, grabbed a handful of mud and flung it into the gloom. He ran after it, punching wildly at a shape which was suddenly no more than
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