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To Sell.
The little beast padded on instinct toward Aspara’s room on tiny feet. The two-legged one there often wiped him down with a damp handkerchief.
“Oh my, our little fluff-ball has come.”
[Ppyik.]
“What brings you here at this hour?”
Aspara laughed softly and lifted the silk-furred rat up in both hands.
“My, what is this on your back…”
[Ppyuk.]
The crude red design staining the beast’s back caught the woman’s eye.
“This is…”
Her eyes widened as she stared at the fang-mark.
A fang-shape painted onto a pet’s back. It was the signal of insult and rejection, and...
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