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I followed him, light in hand. On the wet stone floor were a few tufts of grayish hair. I chewed my lip and lifted the light to examine the wall. There were long scratches in the stone—not much wider than a thumbnail, but they were deep. You couldn't easily see the bottom of the scratch marks.
Gard came up and peered over my shoulder. Amidst the scents of lime and mildew, her perfume, something floral I didn't recognize, was a pleasant distraction. "Something sharp made those," she murmured.
"Yeah," I said, collecting the hairs. "Hold up your ax."
She did. I touched the hairs to the edge of the blade. They curled away from it as they touched it, blackening and shriveling, adding the scent of burnt hair to the mix.
"Wonderful," I sighed.
Gard lifted her eyebrows and glanced at me. "Faeries?"
I nodded. "Malks, almost certainly."
"Malks?"
"Winterfae," I said. "Felines. About the size of a bobcat."

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