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Cinnamon Swirl - Speak of the Devil (Sham's Pocky Chain)
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Timeframe : 1260
They’re prying the whimpering bundle from his numb hands and Kairn’s lost track of the number of faces peering down at him. He’s given up on trying to recall how he came to be here.
He can still hear the ring of metal on metal, still taste the smoke and the blood. But there’s a chorus of quietly murmured sympathies and concerned questions gradually overriding that now.
“My…my son,” he says hastily. “His mother’s…dead.” He chokes on the word, and the faces soften even further. They’re passing the boy between them with gentle hands. “Please. Help us.”
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260
They’re prying the whimpering bundle from his numb hands and Kairn’s lost track of the number of faces peering down at him. He’s given up on trying to recall how he came to be here.
He can still hear the ring of metal on metal, still taste the smoke and the blood. But there’s a chorus of quietly murmured sympathies and concerned questions gradually overriding that now.
“My…my son,” he says hastily. “His mother’s…dead.” He chokes on the word, and the faces soften even further. They’re passing the boy between them with gentle hands. “Please. Help us.”