Peter Shelly leaned back against the park bench and watched both twins race furiously around the statue’s base. “I’m a Drazhi!” shouted Ava as she tried to catch her sister. “Gonna get you!” “Not so fast, girls,” Peter cautioned. “That’s concrete you’re on, not grass.” Giggling, Emily swung away from

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