It started with the leaves. Just one at first, then a whole red dump of them, pattering down on Jex like a pile of autumn.
It wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the middle of your bedroom on an April morning.
Jex blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. He put out a cautious toe and poked them.
He squatted, picked one up, sniffed. It smelt of rot and bonfires - and somethi…
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