She was beginning to tremble. Then the clean sharp dick of a revolver's safety catch. Karl stretched out to touch the Crystal Ring; ah yes, he could reach it again, despite his hunger. The only physical difference between them was the colour of their eyes; Stefan's cornflower-blue, Niklas's watered gold, unnervingly blank.
Karl, she said, more as if calling his name than answering the question. I saw no harm in it. Yes, sharpen your teeth on me, my children, the better to deliver my message to mankind. All the lovely soft autumn foliage under which she had walked with Karl, tattered rags.
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