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At the Abbot’s words, Morgan looked over at Jake. They had to stop this now, but there was little they could do against the gathered monks with their swords.
Jake gave an obvious glance sideways at one of the heavy candelabra topped with lighted candles. It was the closest thing to a weapon. She could reach it if he caused a distraction. Morgan nodded imperceptibly and readied herself for action.
A sudden shout and a monk darted forward to the door, his sword raised.
He chopped at one of the barbed vines that snaked its way out of the door. None of the other monks reacted, and the Abbot looked unsurprised at first. Clearly the Garden testing its limits was not an unusual occurrence.
But then the sound of rustling grew louder, quickly joined by a rumble of soil pushed aside and the
