The Last Goblin Now

And if you walk into the deep wood on a quiet night, when the wind holds its breath and the moon is only a sliver, you might see him. A small, gnarled shape sitting on a mossy stone. He will not speak. He will not move.

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He lived in a dry well at the edge of a village called Harlow. The villagers did not know he was there. They had paved the cow path, drained the bog where the will-o’-wisps once bred, and renamed their children after saints and kings. They were good people. They paid their taxes and buried their dead facing east. And if you walk into the deep wood