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The star said to the spider, "What have you caught there in your web?"

The spider mutely gestured with her forelegs at the tightly wrapped form. The spider held her food lovingly, bound it quickly in white, stung once. Twice. Silence before and after, the struggle hasty and whispered with sound only from the nearby plant, the anchor of her web. She tried to ignore the star.

The star pulled herself up, shone just a little brighter, and asked again, "What have you caught, spider?"

Star and spider were sisters, each had long limbs and quick venom and each loved the cool air of night, the rush of wings in the valleys and the swirl of wind through reeds at the edge of the waters. But the spider didn't like it much when her sister inquired after her midnight hunt, poked her silver light into the corners of her web. The star didn't like to admit it, but she'd wanted to know what blood tasted like. She knew only the individual elements, and each burned immediately, long before it congealed into life.

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