_{‘      what sort of mother would let such a PRECIOUS young thing out of her sight        ?         ’       frank exclaims,        half to himself,          as he ushers the blond boy out of the rain.              ‘        darling child          – HOW have you found yourself here        ?         you must be terribly FRIGHTENED.        ’         the doctor, beneath such a tender façade,        is imagining just how similar the taste of this boy’s FLESH might be to earthly cows.       frank’s own mother         –        a cruel queen,       an obsessed temptress         –          has blessed him with a certain,       TWISTED maternalism,          but rather than swathe the displaced child in blankets,         the doctor will likely BEHEAD the boy          &         have the servants tidy up any mess left behind.              ‘        remind me of your name,         sweet one          –          i seem to have MISSED IT.         ’}

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