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4 They returned their dishes to the collection area and set off again, each to their own patrol, Paix taking the Hedge this time. A clean, wide alley ran behind the shops along the Promenade, a neatly clipped privet hedge ten foot thick and tall past that. The hundred-foot wide graveled area with tracks for the trains going to and from the island ran along behind that, then the Hedge loomed. Yew and holly bushes forty feet wide stood along the tracks, with the black wrought-iron of the Fence bound up in their thorny leaves. The Travelers' Board had its own men just to patrol the tracks. Paix had heard rumors that trespassers were buried there, but no one had ever confirmed it, and he'd never dared investigate. A low-rent shop or two always tried to take hold past the train tracks on 1s

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