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I pointed to the body of the
man lying in the bed next to
him. It was neatly wrapped in
bed linen. The man was
already dead when Praxus and
I brought him to the club’s
infirmary.
“We know his story,” I said.
“But before he died, he told
us that he saw you take
something from the witch. He
thought it was some kind of
key. What did he mean by
that?”
Kribble gave me a sly grin.
“It’s a secret.”
I was a knife’s edge away
from losing my patience, but I
knew that wouldn’t do us any
good. “Look, Kribble. Children’s lives are at stake here. We’ll
keep your secret safe. We promise. But we don’t have much time,
do you understand that? Please, help us—tell us about this key.”
He stared at me, then he stared at Praxus, then he stared at his lap.
“My hands,” he moaned.
I glanced at Praxus. “What about your hands, Kribble?”
“If I tell you what I know, will you promise to help me?” he
asked.
“Help you? How can I help you?”
Kribble held up the stumps of his bandaged wrists. “Find my
hands, please.”
I gave him the best smile I could muster. “I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. And so does Praxus. Right, Praxus?”
My satyr friend gave Kribble a friendly wink. “Aye, that I’ll be
doing.”
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