ABSTRACT
Church, Peggy Pond We had thought the magicians were all dead, but this was the blackest of magic.
There was even the accompaniment of fire and brimstone, The shape of evil, towering leagues high into the heaven In terrible, malevolent beauty, and, beneath, the bare trees Made utterly leafless in one instant, and the streets where no one Moved, and some wall still standing Eyeless, and as silent as before Time.
