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I’d never been in Stalagmite’s hut much; I found it cramped and airless. When it rained I would usually just stand at the entrance.
My talons brushed some Specusan newspapers on the floor and I picked them up. I stifled a gasp when I read the headline: “QuartzWing Celebrity Stalactite Murdered by Secret Deviant Brother.” I read on, not believing what I was seeing. Stalagmite was a Deviant… who murdered his brother? I picked up another newspaper. “Deviant Put on Trial for Murder of Brother,” was the top story here; its cover image was of a QuartzWing in a court room wearing odd-looking taloncuffs… it was the kind they used on Deviants to prevent them from using their magic. When I picked up the last newspaper I nearly dropped it. It was a clear color image of Stalagmite at the entrance of some sort of cave, and the title read “Deviant Stalagmite Exiled from QuartzWing Kingdom.” My talons shook as I read.
No, no, it can’t be true! That’s not my Stalagmite! I thought, tears springing to my eyes. I checked the date on the last article… It was from two weeks before I first met him.

Description
I’d never been in Stalagmite’s hut much; I found it cramped and airless. When it rained I would usually just stand at the entrance.
My talons brushed some Specusan newspapers on the floor and I picked them up. I stifled a gasp when I read the headline: “QuartzWing Celebrity Stalactite Murdered by Secret Deviant Brother.” I read on, not believing what I was seeing. Stalagmite was a Deviant… who murdered his brother? I picked up another newspaper. “Deviant Put on Trial for Murder of Brother,” was the top story here; its cover image was of a QuartzWing in a court room wearing odd-looking taloncuffs… it was the kind they used on Deviants to prevent them from using their magic. When I picked up the last newspaper I nearly dropped it. It was a clear color image of Stalagmite at the entrance of some sort of cave, and the title read “Deviant Stalagmite Exiled from QuartzWing Kingdom.” My talons shook as I read.
No, no, it can’t be true! That’s not my Stalagmite! I thought, tears springing to my eyes. I checked the date on the last article… It was from two weeks before I first met him.