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Jon

           Finallyhestoppedtocatchhisbreathamidstthescrub,thorns,andtumbledrocksatthebaseofthehill.Beyondthetorchlight,thedarkpressedclose.

           Asoftscrabblingnoisemadehimturn.Jonmovedtowardthesound,steppingcarefullyamongbouldersandthornbushes.Behindafallentree,hecameonGhostagain.Thedirewolfwasdiggingfuriously,kickingupdirt.

           "Whathaveyoufound?"Jonloweredthetorch,revealingaroundedmoundofsoftearth.Agrave,hethought.Butwhose?

           Heknelt,jammedthetorchintothegroundbesidehim.Thesoilwasloose,sandy.Jonpulleditoutbythefistful.Therewerenostones,noroots.Whateverwasherehadbeenputhererecently.Twofeetdown,hisfingerstouchedcloth.Hehadbeenexpectingacorpse,fearingacorpse,butthiswassomethingelse.Hepushedagainstthefabricandfeltsmall,hardshapesbeneath,unyielding.Therewasnosmell,nosignofgraveworms.Ghostbackedoffandsatonhishaunches,watching.

           Jonbrushedtheloosesoilawaytorevealaroundedbundleperhapstwofeetacross.Hejammedhisfingersdownaroundtheedgesandworkeditloose.Whenhepulleditfree,whateverwasinsideshiftedandclinked.Treasure,hethought,buttheshapeswerewrongtobecoins,andthesoundwaswrongformetal.

           Alengthoffrayedropeboundthebundletogether.Jonunsheathedhisdaggerandcutit,gropedfortheedgesofthecloth,andpulled

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