Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

His jaw tightened in shock; here was a side of Clarice that he had not seen before, and he watched, bereft, as she drew into herself, both physically and mentally. She could not answer him, and somehow he knew that she would not. And so, attempting to scrape her expression of revulsion from his mind's eye, Lecter motioned with a careful muzzle toward the formerly stained fur of her chest. "A hex?" the madman inquired, wanting on some level to relate to his strange child, to grasp hold of some aspect of Clarice before she was gone, carried off by her voices and their thrall upon her.

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