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why I confronted your father that night, Sam Kelly?” Keighvin asked. “Or what I was talking about, with your great-uncle and all?”
Sam blurted the first thing that came into his head. “The Fair Folk steal children—everybody knows that—”
A moment later he wanted to go hit his head against a wall. Now you’re for it, Sam Kelly. Why not go into a gay gym and tell the boys there that you’ve heard they seduce six-year-olds?
But strangely, Keighvin didn’t look the least bit angry “Aye, Sam, we steal children. The Seleighe Court does, at any rate. To save them. Children bein’ beaten within an inch of their lives, children bein’ left cold and hungry and tied t’ the bedpost all day, children bein’ sold and slaved. . . . Oh aye, we steal children. Whenever we can, whenever we know of one in danger of losing life or soul, or heart, and we can get at them, aye, we steal them.” Keighvin’s expression was dark, brooding. “We used to do other things, too. There are some problems, Sam, that can be fixed by throwing money at them, as you yourself were

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