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September 28, 2011
Weary fairies, lost in the maze of the suburbs, would often find rest and safety in her closet. She left the window open so they could come and go as they wished. (This was a common grievance for her father.) Sometimes they left her trinkets to remember them by.

Trolls prowled just outside her door, keeping the nightmares at bay and warning the demons to keep their distance. Trolls are dreadfully useful bodyguards. The sounds of their heavy shuffling footsteps were the last things she heard as she drifted off to sleep.

"Such a strange child," they said. "So odd."