Dru slid herself on the water slicked ice and faced the girl. Sitting knee-to-knee, she lifted her drooping head and found glazed eyes.
“Uncle Cryton?”
“You look, older.”
Dru gulped. “It’s been a year.”
“A year?” she said reaching for her throat. “And why do I sound like a child?”
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