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Anselm didn’t expect to be summoned — but as he was, he approached quietly, unsure of Heda’s purpose. 

She presented a child to him - the first of the squirming bodies. Her voice was soft, hushed against the church-pew like quiet of the den. 

Kikimora. Goldfinch. Artio. Averie. Anselm’s gaze passed over each, noting the differences in color, in size, condition. 

And then she named her — his — sons. His throat worked stiffly. Ezra; a round shape with a red back just like his mother. Gideon — Anselm noted with pride his stamp was strong in this one — until he got to the tail. 

His jaw opened in surprise, slapped in the face with a newfound guilt. This was to be his shameful reminder of their incestual tryst.