It was one of those evenings when the sky is so blue that it throbs, just as the shadows begin to grow and the sunlight, darkening to orange, takes on an expectant, waiting look. Lucy had her head tilted back as she walked, examining the sky's color, thinking how best to replicate it when she was seized.
She'd heard the footsteps a few paces behind her as she'd turned into Stumble Lane but hadn't noticed them. A few blocks ahead, a lamplighter was moving from pole to pole, a golden, distant flicker. The houses here were close together, but mostly shuttered; only a few lights scattered in lower windows. On her left was the high iron fence that surrounded the Piskie Wood, its tree trunks damp with the same rain that misted the cobblestones underneath her feet. She slowed to look upward, arrested by the contrast of the dark leaves against a cobalt background.
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