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anything to go by, but maybe—it was a horrible thought—maybe they’d just stopped it getting worse.
There were not the simple absence of day, patrolled by the moon and stars, but an extension of something that had existed long before there was any light to define it by absence. It was unfolding itself from under tree roots and inside stones, crawling back across the land.
Magrat’s sack of what she considered to be essential props might be at the bottom of the river but she had been a witch for more than ten years, and she could feel the terror in the air.
People remember badly. But societies remember well, the swarm remembers, encoding the information to slip it past the censors of the mind, passing it on from grandmother to grandchild in little bits of nonsense they won’t hardly any lights in the town, and a lot of the houses had their shutters up.The horse’s hooves clattered loudly on the cobbles.234LQRQ6 fi/VD LfiQIEQMagrat peered into the shadows. Once, they’d just been shadows. Now they could be gateways to anything.Clouds were pressing in from the Hub. Magrat shivered.This was something she’d never seen before.It was true night.Night had fallen in Lancre, and it was an old night. It was