Jack Vettriano Dressing to Kill

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sympathy or annoyance, but there was nothing they could do to help, and they all walked on disconsolately through the fading landscape as the child's thin cries went on, and on, and on.
The Chevalier Tialys had spoken to Salmakia before skimming ahead, and Will and Lyra watched the dragonfly with eyes greedy for its brightness and vigor as it got smaller and smaller. The Lady flew down and perched her insect on Will's now that they were out of sight of their own village. The sky was as dark as if a mighty storm were threatening, but there was none of the electric tension that comes ahead of a storm. The ghosts walked on steadily, and the road ran straight ahead across a landscape that was almost featureless.
From time to time one of them would glance at Will or Lyra, or at the brilliant dragonfly hand."The Chevalier has gone to see what's ahead," she said. "We think the landscape is fading because these people are forgetting it. The farther the, not wander along and get lost.""They feel unhappy there," Will said, guessing. "It's where they've just died. They're afraid of it.""No, they're pulled onward by something," said the Lady. "Some instinct is drawing them down the road."And indeed the ghosts were moving more purposefully