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I never really knew my brother. He was so young when he died. I remember feeling jealous that I would no longer be the sole recipient of my parents love. But when I saw him I knew that he wouldn’t be around long. He was so sickly and pale when he was born. Screaming and pink instead of the normal mottling of grey/green. He was curiously missing scales or tendrils, and only had four limbs! I still remember the look in my Mother’s eye when she laid him on the altar. The Old Ones were very pleased that day.