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“He stopped at the edge of the cornfield, looked back at her, and there in the fading light, she saw his face. It was neither goat nor human, but something in between. He didn鈥檛 appear wicked, like she expected, but maybe sad and a bit lost. He shot her a grave look, then continued away, disappearing into the forest.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery