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Hobgoblin shut his eyes tight. He slowly reached up to pet his flies one last time. Buzzing sorrowfully, the flies hugged his fingers.

The Huntress lowered the torch. “But I’m not going to do it,” she said.

Hobgoblin gasped and stared directly into the squirrel’s dark brown eyes. To his surprise, he saw something close to kindness.