Thistle gazed up at the bird.  “What warning?”

          “There’s somebody following you.”  The crow hovered for a moment, thinking about it some more.  “And to be quite honest, they don’t look like they’re coming to deliver the post.”

*

Alone, terrified, trembling, Pennywick cowered in the basement shelter, her tail pressed up against the moldering stone-wall, as the sound of a battering ram thundered against the locked iron door. 

          The knights were coming for her, and they were going to kill her.  The terror spread through her like venom.  She backed away fr...

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