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... , with bare, red flesh and no skin, soaked all over, red and tender with a shine, cried weakly as he was held in her arms.
No wonder the old woman thought this child was a ghost; born at the darkest hour, looking terrifyingly skinless at birth, in the ignorant minds of foolish women, a child with no skin must be a ghost!
But in truth, he was just a sickly premature baby.
"You, who are you? Throw that ghost thing over here!" The old woman said nastily, "When this ghost gro ...
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