“You want my help?” she breathed. The gargoyle blinked back hopeful tears. “But—but—I don’t know how I did it,” she stuttered. “It was . . . an accident.” The gargoyle gazed into her eyes and saw she was telling the truth. It slumped to the ground, scattering ash around them. Looking down at the monster, just another lost child, Agatha thought of all the creatures in this world. They didn’t follow orders because they were loyal. They didn’t help princesses because they were loving. They did it because someday, maybe loyalty and love would be repaid with a second chance at being human. Only
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