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That night, he crept out of the well. His joints ached. His shadow was thin and ragged. He made his way to the village square, where a new stone fountain burbled under the moonlight. On the fountain’s rim, someone had left a small brass bell.

He simply left a gift.

“I remember,” Snikk whispered. His voice was like dry leaves skittering on stone. “I remember the taste of coal smoke and the smell of wet dog. I remember how to tie a knot in a horse’s tail and how to make a candle burn blue. I remember the old game where you swap the salt for the sugar.” the last goblin

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