She clung to him, desperate for her warmth and tears to anchor him back to life. His body, cold and lifeless, lay against hers, and she couldn't bear the thought of him slipping away like this—he deserved better, so much more.
Egbere’s mother, she was a poor woman who could not afford to feed herself, talk less a child who ate any and everything. To make matters worse, a deformed child with a hunch back and the face of a gnome. She wept over its birth.
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