The Third Twin
While I could not see the hue of its eyes over the distance, I knew they were copper, a subdued metallic gold with the hint of simmering fire in them.
Beside me, the elephant head let a low, secretive chuckle, then the man extended his arm to what would have seemed its fullest extent had the limb not kept stretching and stretching without pause in its elongation until it reached the child, who lay prone and motionless in the snow. The child’s gender was not detectable, though its size suggested an age of perhaps two. As the elephant soldier’s hand lifted the child by the fabric of its shirt, the body seemed both less and more substantial than it had in the wolf’s jaws, floating off the groun
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