Clara Dee Fuego -

It only waits for someone foolish enough to pick it up again. End.

The old woman made a sound behind the gag—not a word, but a hum. A lullaby. The same one she had hummed when Clara was an infant in that mud-walled nursery, the night the lightning struck. clara dee fuego

But the world beyond the valley has ears. It only waits for someone foolish enough to pick it up again