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The far side of the Downs was drenched in various shades of gray and black. They stood at the edge of what could only be described as a dead spot. A dilapidated tower loomed in partial shadow mere feet away. There was no door and three narrow windows were higher up than any of them could reach, including Knoxby.
Max scanned the area for any signs of the Trith or Shifters, but all was calm. They were there somewhere, because the smell of death and decay was strong. He paced nervously. The gray grass was brittle and snapped in half under his feet. The trees were almost bare and what leaves were left were black and dropping to the ground. No one would want to come here, unless they were forced to. It was a perfect spot to hide.
“It looks abandoned,” said Davi. “There's nothing here.”
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