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Aware that something was off kilter, but not quite sure what it was, the thieves edged back to the door. No one moved as they unbolted it and, still holding Angua, stepped out into the fog, shutting the door behind them.
“Hadn’t we better help,” said a constable who was new to the Watch.
“They don’t deserve help,” said Vimes. There was a clank of armor and then a long, deep growl, right outside in the street. And a scream and then another scream. and a third scream modulated with “NONONOnonononononoNO!…aarghaarghaargh!” Something heavy hit the door.
-Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay