The cadaverous, blackavised pirate gestured with his hook, with his blue forget-me-not eyes shining. “Just so. The boy, Pan, claimed that he had come into your home to look for his shadow, yes?”

“What of it?” Wendy countered.

“The fact is that neither he, nor any other of the boys, have shadows,” Hook raged. “Because they are all the foulest sort of wicked undead!”

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