Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

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his lips tensed into a grim line at blue willow's instructions, but he nodded. the boy was given a tremulous glance before he nudged junior more firmly, tears welling in his eyes at the sight and scent of her agonies. little junior — we must move from here to your aunt's den, he tried to trill encouragingly into one dark ear.

once there, blue willow would have at disposal her various herbs and remedies, but junior's screams had hurt his heart, and he did not know if he had the willpower with which to move her. yet a flicker of eye to his willow's despairing face, and to the boy behind them on the bank, and his resolve strengthened. teacht, mo daor, lasher murmured.