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The first wrong thing was the light. Will Dearborn’s little crew was quiet. “Likely I’ll find you there when I arrive,” he said. Crows cawed over empty cornfields now a week past the Reap.

”Cordelia looked blankly over the top of the old woman’s head as Rhea of the Cöos buried her face against the red cut in the shift and began to drink. Twice before the four of them came together in the graveyard, she had agreed to meet Roland and his friends. He was wearing a red collar this afternoon—on him it looked baleful rather than jaunty. Good as a play, it was.