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Sweet and bitter magic series5/30/2023 ![]() He has gotten stronger this summer, he knows. ![]() Really looking, eyes tracing over Wulf’s dirt stained knuckles, the muscles of his arms. “Yeah,” Bren says, and he’s looking at him. One day, his parents say that he will find joy in this work, but right now he really just thinks it’s awful. Eadwulf is covered in sweat and salt and smells like dirt and compost. The sun is a relentless hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down to the ground. “You’re quite good at this,” Bren says, when they’re twelve. He doesn’t cry about it, but he wakes up sucking in air like he can’t breathe. It’s always looking at him, always watching. He doesn’t tell Bren or Astrid, but he dreams about the rabbit for weeks. Eadwulf scrapes dirt off his hands but can’t get his nails clean for days. ![]() They bury the rabbit, with Bren’s parent’s help, where they found it. He pours it over the rabbit's eyes so it will stop looking at him. It’s cold, and still damp from last nights rain. “Bury it?”Įadwulf already has dirt under his nails from helping Bren pull weeds they always have to do their chores before they’re allowed to do anything fun. Astrid stays standing, arms crossed.īren takes a quick breath. There’s blood on its lips.īren crouches down, grimacing. He knows it’s dead at first glance no rabbit has ever been that stiff, that still. It looks…not like he expected a dead thing to look. They stop-him and Astrid and Bren- pulling up short at the sight of it. ![]() It’s a rabbit, behind Bren’s parent’s shed. Eadwulf is six when he finds his first dead thing. ![]()
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