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“Where is Midnight?”
Everyone was packed and on the move, tracks and signs of the firesite removed, an operation considerably trickier in muddy conditions. They were travelling at ground level once more, having decided that the threat of Journeyman and his sorcerers had been contained. But still there was no sign of Midnight.
Tarkyn’s question hung in the late afternoon air, charged with the beginnings of real alarm. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around. A silent conference provided no new information.
Tarkyn threw his hands up. “We can’t leave without him. Where has that little rascal got to? Who saw him last?”
“I last saw him when he plaited my beard,” offered Bean.
“That was hours ago, well, at least three hours ago,” replied Tarkyn. “Anyone else?”
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