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Intro. A man in a light traditional robe with a dark blue belt and the same scarf was returning from inspecting his possessions when, through the crunch of snow under his feet, he heard a strange groaning sound. The sound came from under a small snow-covered bush. He stopped, frowned and, approaching, threw back the branches.
There was a basket under them.
The man grimaced and slowly looked around, as if expecting someone to come out of hiding.
-...Ugh. "Maggot," he muttered.
In the basket lay a baby, wrapped in a thin blanket. The child did not cry - he only groaned quietly, moving his tiny fingers. The man had already taken a step away, but suddenly stopped. His gaze became colder, more attentive.
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Intro. A man in a light traditional robe with a dark blue belt and the same scarf was returning from inspecting his possessions when, through the crunch of snow under his feet, he heard a strange groaning sound. The sound came from under a small snow-covered bush. He stopped, frowned and, approaching, threw back the branches.
There was a basket under them.
The man grimaced and slowly looked around, as if expecting someone to come out of hiding.
-...Ugh. "Maggot," he muttered.
In the basket lay a baby, wrapped in a thin blanket. The child did not cry - he only groaned quietly, moving his tiny fingers. The man had already taken a step away, but suddenly stopped. His gaze became colder, more attentive.
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@Darina
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