"(...) 'Give this to me, sister.' the Shadow Woman said 'I'm hungry and alone. You never visit me and my stomach is keeping me up at night, rumbling!'
The whispered voice echoed through the hall. Kerishre didn't really have pity. She didn't really know what to say, or what to think. She was operating on intuition.
The Imp didn't know if this would appease her sister. She didn't even know if she didn't want the Shadow Woman to starve to death. But she knew that her sister should never again see the outside world. The two just didn't match well... (...)"
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