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>>151162119
>A wave of lightheaded relief washed over her, followed instantly by a wave of furious responsibility.
>"Oh my god. Okay. Thank you, Billie. You just, ah, you just committed the most successful, yet least subtle, capture in family history. I appreciate your commitment to extreme violence."
>Billie grinned, the pan feeling very satisfyingly heavy in her hand. "'Tweren't nothin'. You just holler when you need a soft tap."
>Grace took a deep, shuddering breath, her professional demeanor snapping back into place, even if her setting was insane.
>"Right. The element of surprise is gone, but the subject is secured. Nellie, get the rope. We tie him up. Billie, move that pan, but stay close. We need to ascertain his motives and his contact network immediately."
>Nellie, who had just finished confirming the goblin smelled faintly of old sweat and desperation, snatched the rope with enthusiasm, ready to secure their little gray trophy.
TO BE CONTINUED...
>>150346190
>"In the coop, 'round 'bout where all that mud is," Billie said, pointing to the spot they were already standing in.
>"And Nellie here said she saw somethin' runnin' 'round here last night."
>Grace's brain clicked into gear. She dropped to her knees, looking closely at the mud. She saw something the size of a cat or a small raccoon, and it had run circles around the chicken coop.
>The prints were smaller, almost like little footprints, and it looked like something had been dragging its tail in the mud, as well.
>Billie, along with Nellie, watched as Grace followed the tracks, her nose almost to the ground.
>"Nellie said it was a little goblin," Billie said, her voice filled with a hint of fear.
>"A goblin?" Grace laughed, the sound hollow in the eerie silence of the farm.
>But as she followed the tracks, she noticed something else. A small, shiny object, partially buried in the mud. She dug it out and held it up. It was a silver locket with a strange symbol etched into it.
>"What in tarnation?" Billie asked, her voice a low whisper. "That ain't from 'round here."
>The locket was cold in Grace's hand. It felt ancient and held a strange energy.
> She looked at Billie, then at Nellie, a new kind of terror bubbling up inside her.
>This wasn't just a silly mystery about chickens anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED!
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>There's no guarantee that what you post will catch on either.

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