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"We’re invisible now," Harrick one I sh no one can see it

Someone reaches the back door before me and knocks No answer, not even a rustle inside They could be out for the day, working Next to me, Farley curses under her breath "Do ait?" she breathes I can’t see her, but I see the puffs of breath clouding where her face should be

"Harrick’s not afor hi her shoulder, and sink to a knee before the lock A simple one I could pick it in reeted by a fa hinges and I freeze, waiting for what ht be inside Like Ellie’s house, the inside is dark and see hard Nothing moves inside, and I feel no tremors of electricity Either the Marchers are out of rations, or they don’t even have electricity at all Satisfied, I beckon overhappens They can’t see you, idiot

"Head in," I whisper, and I feel Farley at ain, we burst back into sight I sth, but the smell stops htly sour With a hasty swipe of my hand, I brush half an inch of dust from the kitchen table

"Maybe they ran Lots of people have," Nix offers quickly

So draws my focus, the tiniest whisper Not a voice, but a spark Barely there, so soft I al fro I drift toward it, drawn by the sroup at Ellie’s Harrick, pull yourself together and get ready for another illusion," Farley barks as quietly as she can

My knees scrape the hearthstones as I kneel over the basket The ser here And so is the spark I should not do this I knoon’t like what I find I know it, but I can’t stopThe fabric is sticky and I tug, revealing what lies beneath After a nu at

I fall backward, scra Tears fall faster than I ever thought they could Farley is the first tome steady "What is it? Mare, what--"

She stops short, choking on the words She sees what I see And so do the others Nix almost vomits and I’m surprised Harrick doesn’t faint

In the basket is a baby, no more than a few days old Dead And not fro is dyed in its blood The ly clear The Marchers are dead too

One tiny fist, claith the stiffness of death, holds the tiniest device An alarh rab his leg in desperation "Hide us"

He disappears before my eyes, and not athrough each door, guns raised, all shouting "You’re surrounded, lightning girl! Sub themselves makes any difference

Quietly, I ease myself under the kitchen table I only hope the others have the sense to do the sa back and forth Four break off, heading upstairs, and one pair of boots halts by the baby The officer’s free hand twitches and I know hemoment, he vomits into the fireplace

"Easy, Myros," one of the others says, pulling hi upstairs?"

"Nothing!" another replies, co back down "Alarovernor will skin us if we’re wrong"

"Do you see anyone here, sir?"