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rawboned and spindly now, what winter coat the boy might have grown hung loose like an oversized coat.

the bones of a mouse spun in his mouth as if he were tying a knot with a cherry stem. they offered no more nutrients, but the marrow was still appetizing enough to ward off the pains of hunger.

and so the little sparrow pressed onward, unaware of the one-eyed vulture who lingered ahead.