There’s a strange flatness to his features that mark him as alien, as do the tiny horns at his brow and the shock of wild pale hair that sticks right up from his head like a flame. Not quite human, but he doesn’t quite match the aliens I’ve seen, either. The strange child tilts his head and watches me, then crouches on his haunches like a wild animal. He’s totally naked, I realize, despite the cold weather, and can’t be more than three or four years old. Is he…feral, then? How the hell did that happen? "Hi there, cutie. Who are you?" I smile, my voice sweet, and hold a hand out to him. His
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