*grins oddly* Well, young master Finch, I know true stories, and false stories, and ones that might be either in equal measure. I know the story of the woman who kept her head in a hatbox, and the story of a man who sold his heart to a demon in exchange for a flute of solid gold. I know what happened to every noble's head that Robespierre had removed by Madame Guillotine, and what became of the surgeon who was so clever he could even heal the dead. I know the story of the girl who fell in love with a pack of wolves and the tale of a man who slept for a thousand years without growing old.
And, of course, I know the story I told to my godchild Marie...the story of the princess, the mouse-witch, and the nut that the strongest jaw could not crack. *wistful* Ah, what a foolish story.
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And, of course, I know the story I told to my godchild Marie...the story of the princess, the mouse-witch, and the nut that the strongest jaw could not crack. *wistful* Ah, what a foolish story.
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