Bill Barnett

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It was very tall, and in the darkness she could not see whether it held something in its hands or whether they were indeed long, curved claws; and she was glad for that, just as she felt suddenly, stomach-clenchingly glad she could not see its face either, only the eight small bright lights that shone in it.
The Butcher of the Forest
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