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The fish were too fragile. What did he have to do with their deaths? Margaret was

confused too. “Why is it that all the animals go to heaven when you go to the market?

Wolf took a bite from the toast he had bought and raised his head to look at her.

Margaret was helping him change after he and Wynter returned.

“Never mind,” she said. “It’s just a few barrels of fish.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Wynter glanced at the crabs in the bucket which had froth. spilling from theirm*uths.@@novelbin@@

“Grandma, the fish aren’t the only ones who suffered,” she said.