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... by very small, I didn’t mean a toddler—he wasn’t two years old, nor three.
He wasn’t even a newborn you could cradle in your arms.
No... he was an infant so tiny, so undeveloped, that anyone with functioning eyes would understand immediately:
This child had never been born.
He was an unborn baby—still in the stage where his limbs were thin as twigs, where his skin was almost translucent, where everything about him screamed unfinished.
It was horrifying. ...
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