"Aron!" Liadan shouted and ran to him. One arm cradled Yehudit but her other arm wrapped around Aron. Her eyes were bright with tears.
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Aron studied Lia. He wasn't at all certain about this. He slowly pull his hand from his pocket, withdrawing the rag. One bad sign and he would make the rag disappear. He held it out on his palm. "Don't touch it, Lia. I don't know what it might do to you."
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"I figured as much," Aron admitted then stared at the thread. He leaned down, looking closer at it. "I don't know...although it looks like one strand of Aislyn's hair. That makes no sense."
"I know," Aislyn said, taking another bite. 'But you haven't eaten at all yet today." | |||
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"I don't know... but it looks like we're watching the baby." Nelek replied.