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... dows, staring out to the night sky. She held a worn-out crochet fox toy in her arms. Her height barely reached the lower part of the window panels.
The stars and the garden lights outside were reflected in her eyes, reminding the little one of twinkling pixies in fairytale books she had read before.
"Poppy, you’re not going to bed yet?"
The little girl—Calliope—blinked, moving her round eyes from the windows. She happily grinned at the middle-aged woman greeting her, reve ...
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