“Pitch has returned,” said Ombric evenly. “We’ve seen the proof.” He pulled a small glass jar from his cloak. Inside was a fist-size Fearling, churning and desperate to escape. A chorus of worried gasps came from the children and their parents.

“It can’t get out,” Ombric assured them. “The glass is made from star sand, like the windows in Big Root.”

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