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On a rooftop, not far from the Wayfinder's guild, a figure stands in the frigid air and watches the street below.

“Oh no no, this is no good at all.” “This is not what I wanted.” “This is not what I wanted at all!” “They're doing it WRONG.”

Suddenly the figure straightens up, turning wards a chimney.

“What do you think?”

The chimney doesn't respond.

“Yes, you're quite right. I shall have to take my children in hand.” “I have been an absent Father too long.” “It's time they bucked up and started taking an interest in the family business.”

resources/fic/children.txt · Last modified: 2016/01/26 17:24 by dan