“Of course,” said Glen, climbing out of the chest.

He looked at the diminutive form. This child with such a sweet smile, pale skin, red lips, and a voice so sharp it could cut steel.

“Shall we play again?” asked the child.

Glen nodded. “Yes, lets.”

Well, what else could he do?

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