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The hooded figure hid under a cluster of lilac bushes across from the old woman's house and peered out from under a thick branch. A group of gnomes came out first, followed by an old man. He moved farther under the bush and waited. The gnomes and the humans were not important. He was there for the boy.
The boy was lucky he had come along when he did at the museum; otherwise the kid would've been lost forever to them. His own brother had been killed because of that blasted stone.
Mibbitwiss. If only I had known..., he thought. It was the day they found the stone. They had been full of joy over their new found treasure. There was much to celebrate. The stone was going to make them rich. How were they to know it would ruin both their lives?
The guilt and the echo of his brother's voice
