Christmas Term
By paborama
Thu, 15 Dec 2016
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The pantry looked different in the snowy reflections from outside. The car door slammed. Peregrine wolfed down the last handful of cake decorations from the raided box. Footsteps crunched past. She turned, bolted as swiftly as silent could be and ran, back to her room. Back to her sick bed.
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