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“Mum, your heart is the same size as your fist,’ she told me once in delight, and we both made our hands into fists and held them against our chests and bumped them together: hands as hearts.”

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The Stolen Child

In this enthralling tale, a young protagonist encounters a mysterious figure from Irish mythology, leading to a journey filled with magic and danger. more

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