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pudding.
    But the ham was the pink color of the bared muscle under Mott’s porous flesh. The cabbage was the wrinkled dead texture of the flesh itself, and the way the pudding glistened in the lamplight, it reminded him of the slimy passage where the man’s nose should have been.
    Ed didn’t think he would be able to eat any of it.
    The Rector nodded towards his old serving woman, who had just entered the room. “Mrs. Starks, might you bring us some of that tea now, please? And mustard for the ham, if you will.”
    Then, without missing a beat, he turned to Ed. “So Constable Bolt, how is your father doing?”
    “Um … all right, I guess,” Ed said. In truth, he hadn’t heard from his parents in months, not since he’d been given the Constable position here in town.
    Not even supposed to rutting wri te them, bastards.
    He didn’t really care much, either. He certainly hadn’t missed his father.
    “That is good to hear. You know, it is the local parish leaders like your father who are really responsible for our victory over the degenerate impulses of society.”
    Degenerate? Was the Rector really one to judge on that account?
    Right now, Ed was experiencing a bit of concern for himself. Would he get out of this intact? Something was wrong here, that was obvious. Would they let him go after what he’d seen? Or did the Rector himself really think that the situation with Mott and the mound and whatever other insane business was going on here was normal? Was the man insane?
    At that moment, Mott raised a forkful of ham to his lipless mouth and took a bite. His teeth closed on the tines of the fork instead; several teeth broke off with a crunch. Bloodless and rotten, they clattered down onto his plate.
    Ed looked away.
    “Constable, I am sorry about your… accident…earlier in the evening,” the Rector continued. “When you fell down. Surely you don’t remember anything?”
    Ed felt his throat constrict. He coughed in an attempt to clear it so that he could speak. “Well … uh … yes. I mean that … Well, it was dark. Umm… perhaps not?”
    “Ah. And what did you see? Who committed this murder?”
    Ed swallowed hard, took a sip of tea which Mrs. Starks and just poured for him. He told the Rector that he’d heard townspeople mumbling about strange happenings at the faerie mound, and he’d decided he needed to investigate, in case something was amiss and the Rector or his family needed help. It seemed a reasonable version of events, and he really didn’t want to get Mother Henne in trouble, either.
    “You decided right off to investigate by yourself?” the Rector asked. “All by yourself--without consulting the office of the magistrate?”
    Ed nodded. “I really … Well, the magistrate works so hard, and I, um … didn’t want to bother anyone. I mean, the stories about the mound—I figured it might just be someone’s idea of a joke, right?”
    There was a pause as something distracted the Rector. He turned to his left. Ed followed his gaze and saw that Mott was in the process of sipping from his cup of tea. As he sipped, the tea trickled out from a penny-sized hole in his throat, splashing his robes.
    Mott’s arm creaked as he lowered his cup, and the Rector turned back to Ed as if nothing had happened. “Yes,” he said, and he was smiling again, though Ed had no idea if the cheerful sentiment on his face was genuine. “Didn’t want to bother the magistrate. That is understandable. So, what else happened? Please do continue.”
    He admitted that Mott had chased him into the mound, but for some reason he didn’t feel comfortable revealing that he had been attacked by another thing down in that shaft—that leathery animal creature with glowing red eyes, which he now believed was the very same demon that Mother Henne had seen.
    Instead, he told them that he’d tripped in the darkness, had felt himself falling, and could remember nothing more.
    Julia watched him intently as he spoke, her big