Only goblins could have burrowed into the brick-lined floor, and besides, as far as she knew, rats didn't drink ale.īut she also knew that in the village of Malbry-as in the whole of the Strond Valley-certain things were never discussed, and that included anything curious, uncanny, or unnatural in any way. Scattergood-the landlady at the Seven Sleepers Inn-swore it was rats, but Maddy Smith knew better. Seven o'clock on a Monday morning, five hundred years after the End of the World, and goblins had been at the cellar again.
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