(The shadows of the narrow streets trembled as the Witch of the Waste’s servants appeared behind them. Sophie ran, her heart pounding, until suddenly Hauru’s arm wrapped around her waist. Together they rose above the rooftops, the wind tugging at her hair.) “Hold on tight” (he whispered against her ear, and she couldn’t tell if she trembled from fear—or from the sudden warmth in his voice.)
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