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It took a few minutes for the crowd to stop cheering long enough for anyone to speak. Charles told us to follow him. Eric said something about claiming the day, and the shadows cheered some more. It was like a magical shadow pep rally. Finally, when I was afraid someone would break into a valedictorian speech, the crowd surged down the street.
“It seems you’ve won the majority, brother.” Charles clapped Eric on the shoulder as he led us away. “But be mindful,” he added so quietly I could barely hear, “if you lead us to our end, the shadows will follow you forever.”
I shuddered even though I didn’t know what Charles meant.
“Is he really your brother?” I whispered as we wound deeper down Shady Lane. I know it might seem like a weird thing to be worrying about when you’re being escorte
