Lucian wanted sleep. He was a three year old savagely ripped from the comfort of his wand and star sheets. He curled up on his big brother's lap as his mum left them for something he hadn't been listening to, but hoped Crispin understood. He still needed his sleep, five minutes wasn't enough, he...
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