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SO UNFAIR
After a few minutes, he sits up straight, for just a flash, looking haggard and ancient. I cannot imagine the burden this man has carried, being the only one to stand up to his own kind. How has he stayed hidden? How long has he been running?
He leans forward, interrupting my galloping thoughts, and rests his elbows on his knees. “Libby, despite the magic I wove around the house before you arrived, just by telling you this tale, I have put everyone in this room in danger by simply speaking the words. If the Hunt were to catch wind of it—” He shudders and looks at his family. When he goes on, his voice is tired. “The Hunt is singular in focus and tireless. It shows no mercy, you understand? Respects no boundaries. Knows no loyalties. Aye, even your pale friends outside would
