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Ella sat up in the big bed in the upstairs bedroom of the Watchers’ House. She had been certain the third warning had taken care of the problem. It had been a very long time since anyone had to go past a third warning, even the previous pairs, like these two. She had refrained from waking the others and had even thought about constructing another persona, or just trying to be Ella Lewis again. It would be hard to rebuild that life, but not impossible. She still hadn’t shed all the memories.
Wind chimes, the right notes in the right order: the music of the alarm. The third warning had notbeen enough. She sniffed: the same two as before.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Time for the prescribed hunt, the kill. Anyone so careless and so foolish to risk disclosure by revealing themselves to the mundanes and violating the old laws would pay the price. Like the warnings, the hunt and the kill followed certain ancient protocols and rules and rituals.