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Snikk sat there until the moon began to set. Then he did a thing no goblin had ever done. He picked up the broken bell, and with a gentleness that surprised even himself, he placed it on the step of the smithy. He did not take anything. He did not tie a knot. He did not curse.

And if you walk into the deep wood on a quiet night, when the wind holds its breath and the moon is only a sliver, you might see him. A small, gnarled shape sitting on a mossy stone. He will not speak. He will not move. the last goblin

The baker’s wife did not wake. The smith did not stir. The little girl dreamed of princesses and plastic toys. Snikk sat there until the moon began to set