“Goodnight, Tilly,” said Melanie, tucking the dolly in beside Tilly and kissing them both. Tilly would not have allowed the doll to be forgotten.
“Nighty-night, baby,” said Tilly, resting a hand on her mother’s stomach.
Melanie smiled at the feathery touch. She kissed Tilly once more before leaving the room. Tilly snuggled her doll and was asleep almost instantly.
Night had only just fallen on the little woodland town of Glenn. It stood on the far eastern side of the Northern Wood, on the very outskirts so that half the to...
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