crouched on the beam closest to the door, ten feet away. “What are we hiding from?” Books whispered. “Nobody ever explained the ropes.” “Remember that dead man you saw outside of the icehouse?” Amaranthe asked. “Yes.” “We’re hiding from the thing that killed him.” “The bear the papers mentioned?” Books asked. “The one that’s been mauling people?” “The papers mentioned it,” she said, “but it’s not a bear.” “It sounds like the veteran next door shot it,” Maldynado said. “Or shot at it.” “If it’s wizard-made, no sword or pistol ball is going to stop it,” Akstyr said. “Wait,” Amaranthe said.
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