The Eels of Lekstraat by Alejandro

Kel, who’s hair was untied, trudged over the snow, winter in the Northern Netherlands was the best time of year, she was happy, everyone was. On the ice of the lake of Lekstraat was the only miserable person in the neighbourhood: the Keeper of Eels; he was swarmed by hungry eels, like the storm cloud in the sky. But these ones looked different, as if they were plotting something, as if they were staring, at Kel…

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