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Persephone - Prologue Over the sound of twelve babies crying, Professor Drake could hear his colleague murmuring, What the
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What is it? Drake asked.
His colleague turned to him, confusion in his eyes, holding something, a bundle, in his arms. Take a look. He said distantly.
Drake walked over and pulled at a flap of cloth in the bundle. He gasped and swore involuntarily. Shit. This wasnt supposed to happen. There should only be twelve!
A thirteenth! This is inconceivable! And look! the colleague took the infant out of its wrappings and held it up for Drake to see.
He saw a tuft of white-blonde hair, pale skin, grey eyes that would turn brown as the child matured, and a tattoo-like birthmark on her ankle which would stretch and grow with her, just like the others. What am I looking at? Shes just like the others. Drake said testily.
His colleague shook his head. Look again, Professor.