![]() And now, one of them was most likely dead. He warned the master Chestnut couldn’t be controlled, but he wouldn’t listen. He knew something like this would happen. He tried to ignore all the stares they got from passersby, closing up in his own guilt. He pressed closer to the statue’s pedestal and put his arms around it as if it could protect him from the chill of the evening rain. Hans, the master’s personal guard, had chased them all out minutes ago. ![]() A sharp cry tore through the open window and he cowered, much like the other servants. Jack looked at them from behind one of the marble horse statues guarding the entrance to Bluefinger’s mansion. “Couldn’t tell!” She clutched her pale fingers in his apron, keeping her head down. Fry gathered her in his arms for comfort. “I saw a body!” Petunia, the new head maid, wouldn’t stop shaking even when Mr. ![]()
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