In the dark shadows of the deep old wood full of rustic charm, an hour or two before sunrise, they speared through the air slobbering, sulking, seething in synchronized gait and footing. Soon the longest day would become the shortest night of the solstice. It was the earthly order of things and they worked as they were bound. ‘Is there no other way for us?’ Jesse looked straight ahead. He stood, slim and straight. There was sorrow in his eyes, but behind it lived a firm purpose. He shook himself hard and set about sniffing the ground. ‘It is because of our way there is no other. If the demon eventually gets away, he will come back for us and hunt us like thieves and brigands, murder us, as he would murder that poor innocent priest’ Jake returned
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