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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 something else. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, prickling, and a cold feeling slid down his spine, ending at the place where his tail would have curled between his legs.
If he'd had a tail.
I wish I'd listened to Nana Bethan. I wish I'd never gone near that stupid demon's grave, Jex thought.
"But then I'd never have found you," hissed a deep, dark voice just behind his left ear.
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