A soft glow illuminated River’s room. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, singing to herself.
“Two by two, hands of blue,
Watch out, now they’re coming for you.
Stay asleep, in your bed,
Or you will sleep with the dead.”
Again.
And again.
She heard the screams of those pulled from their cots in the middle of the night. How they struggled in vain. The
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