Chapter 47 The Real Head

POV: Thessaly Vance

"Window," Kester said. "Now."

Three flashlight beams swung across the front of the shed, bright yellow lines cutting through the cracks. I heard boots on gravel, close and fast. Somebody laughed.

"Back wall, high up," Kester said. "Osric, can you stand?"

"I can try," Osric wh...

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