#Chapter115

The three arrive back at the temporary camp, breathless and panting from the mad dash through the bush, and hear the howl of the demon as it closes in on them. Then all fall silent, even the mighty Victoria Falls is quiet and nothing seems to move. The wind rustles the leaves in the trees, and the long grass on the riverbank bend to the will of the breeze that moves amongst them. The three wait within the circle for the appearance of the demon and Amos. Nothing stirs; it is as if the two pursuing them have just dropped off the face of the earth.

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