“Shhh, Leona, it’s all right. He stood there in the doorway, bloody light from the skyforming a corona that lit his blue, furry shape; and he extended the skewered fish. I understand what you’re going through. And after Blood had eaten his fill, I carried him to the air-duct a mile away, and we spent thenight inside on a little ledge.
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