Kristian leaned forward, absently stroking Niklas's golden-white hair. ' And there inside was my mother. In the hope that this will reach your hands, here is a token for your comfort and protection. And I shall never forget the anguish and loathing on her face when she realised what she had become.
The stiff branches yielded to his weight. I won't let them. But he said, 'It's not enough, Karl. That glowing stillness, that beauty so heart-rending it could only be evil; suddenly she saw so clearly what he was that terror sheeted through her like flame.
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