“You will not take my baby!" she whimpered.
With a push and a shove the door was forced open. It was Murmur, her twin brother.
Word had reached him from Francis that Hannah’s time was soon due, and he had sought his sister straightaway because of it.
With the door atilt, the early light came flowing through in golden beads.
He caught sight of his poor sister and what lay there beside her - of the little face plain staring - quite grey, yet very beautiful.
Upon seeing her brother, Hannah-Mary began once again to sob.
He knelt by her side and held out his arms reverently.
She gave over the bundle solemnly. With his arms around them both, Murmur began to pray.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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