“Though the rain was as heavy as a tropical downpour, the cold and a wind, too powerful to even consider going around me, blew that idea away. Hobbes loped to the edge of the churchyard, the limp ghouls bouncing on his shoulder. 'Follow me. We'll take care of these two and then we're done and can head back to the station.' As I jogged after him, a worrying habit I had no intention of forming, the effort started giving me just a little wonderful warmth. Still, my feet skidded and squelched inside... my shoes, while my trousers, clammy and stiff, flapped whenever they took a break from clinging to and squeezing my poor legs. I wasn't used to the kind of activity to which I'd been subjected in the last few hours and every muscle was aching. I muttered to myself about what I'd do to Editorsaurus Rex should I ever chance upon him in a darkened churchyard – not that I could imagine him ever allowing himself to fall into such an awkward or uncomfortable situation, never mind into an open grave.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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