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Of the children nestled at Druid's flank, Goldfinch was wholly unremarkable except for one thing: she looked nothing like either of her parents. Her coat was for now a dark sandy tone, and over the coming weeks it would lighten. Maybe one day she would question her own lack of resemblance to her parents.

Today she knew nothing of it, and she slept.