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The artefact came to me when I was a girl, in a brown parcel left on Mum’s doorstep. But the doorstep wasn’t Mum’s anymore, was it? She’d left two months ago. Neighbours whispered, saying she’d never return. I rarely opened the door anymore, except for the milk delivery. But the milk deliveries had stopped last…
Devon half jumped out of her snowsuit in her shock. She’d been too trapped in her own thoughts to hear the crunching of boots. She eyed the small figure in a thin winter coat. The boy didn’t even have gloves or a toque on. His cheeks and nose were bright red and probably frostbitten. “It’s freezing out here. Where are your parents?”