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Prologue  Ronan wasn't sure when he'd last seen anyone so brave. Or when he'd last met a girl he could imagine himself wanting to be with. Ceri, in her pretty yellow sundress and impractical black flip flops, with her usually olive toned face pasty, walked very slowly, almost hesitantly down the corpse road. Blue, Gansey, and Adam stood back, watching. Blue had only hours before told Ceri where to follow the corpse road, the same way the soon-to-be dead walked on St. Mark's Eve every year. Her eyes, Ceri's dark brown eyes, were blurred as she took in her surroundings. Her amulets jangled with each step, a sharp, metallic clank in the qui