The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil. He would know the truth then once and for all. The wings stopped. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk.
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