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Awww... that's too bad BT but RL has to come first before this kind of fun.... maybe you can finish your story when you have time and post it eventually anyway so we can read it?
"You may not remember me, but I'm...."
"Per," I said, interrupting. "I remember."
He nodded, shuffled his feet. "This is my brother-in-law, Winoc."
I nodded at the big one. "Brewer. I can smell it on you. What's happened?"
"I had hoped you could tell me."
So I crouched on my heals in the dark and held the candle up near the girl. Not healthy, that much I could see at a glance. Skin waxy, hair limp. She didn't react when I ran a hand across her forehead or when I pinched her earlobe. The pinpricks of her pupils didn't change whether the candle was near or far. Nor did she move her face except to close her mouth to swallow.
Leaning close, I sniffed at her mouth, then kissed her and tasted my own lips. When I looked up both men were scowling.
I told them the worst, thinking that Winoc at least would understand. "Honeysuckle, hazelnut, green apple." Foul, vile thing to do to a child! "And strong enough that I can taste it on the victim's lips."
I'll want to transfer it to my Kindle and read it once before posting the whole thing.