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This, she guessed, had been the bedroom. What little furniture the residents had left behind them had been smashed to smithereens. Only the mattress had been left relatively untouched, dumped in the corner of the room amongst a wretched litter of blankets, newspapers, and pieces of crockery.
If the creature carried a weapon it was inconspicuous and her brother seemed completely relaxed. She felt safe in assuming it could not be too dangerous.
He hit the floor with a muffled brrouummmf, out cold. Jon-Tom and the others raced past while the club- wielders tried to collect themselves. The last door beckoned.
From the air about came the low, soft sound of distant wind, wind on an open plain lonely, baleful, haunting. The sound of the wind left at last, and the wizard began breathing again.
.. I know. It'll be there, when you wake up. Okay? Okay. Call if you need anything. He left, closing the door. She looked at the pillow.