The shadow stared at the tattered doll in complete incomprehension.
It was all very strange.
Why was Snuggle suddenly moving and talking? The last time he checked, it had definitely been a mundane doll. The only unique thing about it was its unusual longevity.
Countless years had passed since Snuggle had been sewn. Entire kingdoms had been founded and collapsed, the bones of their rulers turning to dust. Humanity had endured the countless trials of prehistoric times and entered a new, enlightened era.
The Age of Gods had even come to an end, but the ugly doll was still here.
Snuggle had already been close to four hundred years old by the time the shadow brought her to this cave, and more time had passed since then. At first, it had persevered because Tatal wanted it to … and after Tatal died, it was because the shadow willed so.
But despite that, it had been a simple doll.
Now, however…
