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The
woman
smiled
.
"
I
owe
no
man
fealty
,
rat
-
girl
.
Have
either
of
you
crossed
Night
’
s
Bridge
before
?
"
Anaesthesia
shook
her
head
.
"
Well
.
Isn
’
t
this
going
to
be
fun
?
"
They
walked
toward
the
bridge
.
Anaesthesia
handed
Richard
her
candle
-
lamp
.
"
Here
,
"
she
said
.
"
Thanks
.
"
Richard
looked
at
the
woman
in
leather
.
"
Is
there
anything
,
really
,
to
be
scared
of
?
"
"
Only
the
night
on
the
bridge
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
kind
in
armor
?
"
"
The
kind
that
comes
when
day
is
over
.
"
Anaesthesia
’
s
hand
sought
Richard
’
s
.
He
held
it
tightly
,
her
tiny
hand
in
his
.
She
smiled
at
him
,
squeezed
his
hand
.
And
then
they
set
foot
on
Night
’
s
Bridge
and
Richard
began
to
understand
darkness
:
darkness
as
something
solid
and
real
,
so
much
more
than
a
simple
absence
of
light
.
He
felt
it
touch
his
skin
,
questing
,
moving
,
exploring
:
gliding
through
his
mind
.
It
slipped
into
his
lungs
,
behind
his
eyes
,
into
his
mouth
.
.
.
With
each
step
they
took
the
light
of
the
candle
became
dimmer
.
He
realized
the
same
thing
was
happening
to
the
leather
woman
’
s
flashlight
.
It
felt
not
so
much
as
if
the
lights
were
being
turned
down
but
as
if
the
darkness
were
being
turned
up
.
Richard
blinked
,
and
opened
his
eyes
on
nothing
—
nothing
but
darkness
,
complete
and
utter
.
Sounds
.
A
rustling
,
a
squirming
.
Richard
blinked
,
blinded
by
the
night
.
The
sounds
were
nastier
,
hungrier
.
Richard
imagined
he
could
hear
voices
:
a
horde
of
huge
,
misshapen
trolls
,
beneath
the
bridge
.
.
.
Something
slithered
past
them
in
the
dark
.
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
squeaked
Anaesthesia
.
Her
hand
was
shaking
in
his
.
"
Hush
,
"
whispered
the
woman
.
"
Don
’
t
attract
its
attention
.
"
