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... er mother’s chest, eyes wet, though they seemed to have no life in them, staring at the two kneeling hobgoblins.
The little girl hesitated... then, slowly, let go of her mother’s dress and crawled forward on her knees. She stopped just in front of Thristle and Vegia. Her tiny hand reached out, trembling, and touched Thristle’s and Vegia’s hair.
"You’re warm..." She finally whispered, testing as if she were real.
Thistle broke down. Tears spilled as she pressed her forehea ...
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