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Sarah’s Shackles 3 Then Nalcara sighed as she looked across the rooftops of Carpenden. It was not a huge city but it was large enough. They had most certainly come through this way, but where had they gone? And how long ago? She had to be catching up. She hoped. Slipping to invisibility, she stepped off the roof of the stable she’d spent the night in, and began to weave through the buildings around it. She would need to start checking the inns for some trace of her quarry’s passage, and perhaps there destination. Fortunately for her, Jix seemed to make an impression where ever she went. Nalcara had spoken with dozens of boatmen who’d ferried them down the waterways flowing south. “Yeah, I member the green fairy girl.” One old timer had told her. “Tiny thing, but she wern’t afeared ‘o’ nuffin’. Saw her fly out by herself ta take care ‘o’ some bastards shootin’ at us from the bank. Dunno what she did, but they didn’t like it.” Several of the wealthier families along the route