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Wilt and Higgs joined the small group led by Wrexley as they walked through the gates of Redmondis. All chatter died, as though the weight of the heavy rock walls leaned in on them.
‘You feel that?’ Higgs whispered.
‘It’s just the walls. Changes in the air flow.’
‘No, it’s not. It’s them. You can feel them.’
Wilt looked at Higgs’s grim expression. ‘You’re just nervous.’
Higgs didn’t reply, and Wilt thought better of pushing the point.
Their small column filed into a great open courtyard, lined on all sides by high white walls. From a walkway along the top of the walls, various figures watched them enter, chattering to themselves and pointing down at them.
Cantor Wrexley guided his horse to the side of the entrance of the courtyard and gestured his group in toward the centre. ‘Do
