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Then
one
long
,
thin
,
blue
-
veined
hand
reached
out
and
the
fingertips
traced
the
shadows
.
Well
,
not
so
much
shadows
,
more
a
series
of
silhouettes
.
The
outline
was
very
distinct
.
Inside
,
there
was
the
familiar
pattern
of
brickwork
.
Outside
,
though
,
something
had
fused
the
wall
in
a
rather
nice
ceramic
substance
,
giving
the
ancient
flettons
a
melted
,
mirror
-
like
finish
.
The
shapes
outlined
in
brickwork
showed
a
tableau
of
six
men
frozen
in
an
attitude
of
surprise
.
Various
upraised
hands
had
quite
clearly
been
holding
knives
and
cutlasses
.
Then
Patrician
looked
down
silently
on
the
pile
of
ash
at
his
feet
.
A
few
streaks
of
molten
metal
might
once
have
been
the
very
same
weapons
that
were
now
so
decisively
etched
into
the
wall
.
"
Hmm
,
"
he
said
.
Captain
Vimes
respectfully
led
him
across
the
lane
and
into
Fast
Luck
Alley
,
where
he
pointed
out
Exhibit
A
,
to
whit
.
.
.
"
Footprints
,
"
he
said
.
"
Which
is
stretching
it
a
bit
,
sir
.
They
’
re
more
what
you
’
d
call
claws
.
One
might
go
so
far
as
to
say
talons
.
"
The
Patrician
stared
at
the
prints
in
the
mud
.
His
expression
was
quite
unreadable
.
"
I
see
,
"
he
said
eventually
.
"
And
do
you
have
an
opinion
about
all
this
,
Captain
?
"
The
captain
did
.
In
the
hours
until
dawn
he
’
d
had
all
sorts
of
opinions
,
starting
with
a
conviction
that
it
had
been
a
big
mistake
to
be
born
.
