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himneys. Holding Kyra in my armsI ran for the Ghost House.
'Get him!' Jared Devore yelledstartled. 'Get himboys! Get that punk A�l�c�i�n�o�u�s! Goddamnit [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] i�n�w�h�i�c�h� �C�a�m�i�l�l�a!'
I sprinted up the wooden stepsvaguely aware of something soft rubbing against my cheek ―
Ki's little stuffed dogstill clutched in one of her hands. I wanted to look back and see how close
they were gettingbut I didn't dare. If I stumbled ―
'Hey [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!' the woman in the ticket booth cawed. She had clouds of gingery hairmakeup that
appeared to have been applied with a garden-troweland mercifully resembled no one I knew. She
was just a carnyjust passing through this benighted place. Lucky her. 'Heymisteryou gotta buy a
ticket!'
No timeladyno time.
'Stop him!' Devore shouted. 'He's a goddam punk thief [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! That ain't his young 'un he's got! Stop
him!' But no one did and I rushed into the darkness of the Ghost House with Ki in my arms.
Beyond the entry was a passage so narrow I had to turn sideways to get down it. Phosphorescent
eyes glared at us in the gloom. Up ahead was a growing wooden rumblea loose sound with a
clacking chain beneath it. Behind us came the clumsy thunder of caulk-equipped loggers' boots
rushing up the stairs outside. The ginger-haired carny