The demon who came to her in the night, had held her hand (or rather she held his, which I think could be worse!) He had whispered the words 'cruel streak, mean streak' into her ears. In this dream a child came towards her over the rocks. The rocks had seams of gold in them and people collected it to sell, but child had made something with it instead. It was a small stone hand with moveable fingers. It was a hand that looked like a stone version of the demon's, and running down the centre to one of the fingertips was a streak of gold.
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