An autumnal hush lay over the small city of Ondurville. A chill breeze blew the dead leaves down the rough cobblestones, their crisp edges skating loudly against the ground. There was a silence here not from the wind, but from fear.<br />
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            Melrue rode into the village atop her horse. The short deacon looked humorously out of place, even on an equally small steed. Like a child playing pretend on a farm animal. But Melrue was no child. Her face was stern under her me