Chapter 20: Drevka Moves on the Mill

The rain stopped an hour before dawn, which was the worst possible time for it to stop.

Arthur had been counting on the noise.

He heard it go — the drumming on the chapel roof thinning to nothing, the absence spreading outward until the whole of Ashford was exposed in the kind of cold, clarified silence that carries footsteps. He stood at the chapel's side window and listened to the quiet and did not like what he heard in it.