Debbie Roth

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She dealt Nell a crack across the temple with her knuckled fist and, when she fell on the ground, stooped to deliver an open-handed whack on the girl’s narrow, bare thigh, which lifted an immediate echo of itself in a flush of red, while liquid blood came from somewhere else, blood that was outside Nell’s skin streaked across the floor.
The Wren, the Wren
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