The little girl’s coughing wouldn’t cease. Hansel pulled the wool blanket around his little sister. “Come on,” he said, pulling her along slowly. It was another coughing fit. The last time she had one, she wiped the blood away on her skirt quickly so he wouldn’t see. They trudged through damp, decaying leaves and pulled their collars close, so the wind …
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