Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Lecter was still somewhat grieved by her reaction to him, but Clarice quickly redeemed herself with her piping little voice, so disjointed and yet full of passion and verve for her voices, her Loa. His grim face slid grudgingly into a small smile; he settled his haunches on the ground and nodded in her direction. "I asked of Him your life, to preserve it. When you did not follow us here, when you departed and did not return, I —"

His throat clenched with the remembrance of the fear he had experienced that day, the thought that his odd little girl had been lost forever. "I thought you had died in the Fire," the madman finished simply. Her words.

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