[She was so used to the beggar children roaming Pecq's streets that it was less the sound of the little girl's voice as the sound of flapping wings that made her react with initial confusion. Turning her head in the general direction of the speaking person, she stepped forward one step and another... With an air of desperation to every unstable metre crossed. They might not possess the light that she had felt from that person whom she'd met before her death, but this child was no ordinary child - she was certain of it.]
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An angel?