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Mom went over to her daughter, and pulled her close against her in fear.

Death bent down to the child's level. "Who might you be?" His voice was deep and mysterious.

Winnie looked up at him curiously. "Boy, you're tall." She giggled, and tried to stand up on her tippy toes to match his height.