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Out on the Rookridge road, the door of an abandoned carriage opens to admit Sparrow, who holds the door open for Will and Dara.
It isn't a cheery sort of place. The sky is greyish, tinged vaguely pink by the sunset, and most of the road is rocky and unstable looking. Off to one side, there's a steep drop to waters below.
"We're not far from the bridge, I think."
It isn't a cheery sort of place. The sky is greyish, tinged vaguely pink by the sunset, and most of the road is rocky and unstable looking. Off to one side, there's a steep drop to waters below.
"We're not far from the bridge, I think."