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Mark was waiting in the hall. As they went out into the lane, the air was still. The last time they had walked along there together, the bells were going through their combinations, but it would be twenty-four hours before there was another practice, and no sound came from the cathedral tonight. The building stood in the dark, unlit and empty as a ruin.
For an instant, Stephen felt a superstitious tightening or shudder (‘someone walking over my grave', the old housekeeper would have said): it was a relic from the past, a sense that people had prayed inside there that week, prayed for him. Certainly the Bishop had prayed. It was possible that so had Thomas Freer.