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Peter Darling by Austin Chant

  “You know me,” the stranger said, calm like the bare edge of a knife.

   Hook’s patience was rapidly expiring. “Your name, stranger,” he growled, “or else-”

   He caught a flicker of movement under the stranger’s collar. A silver gleam, and then the rustle of wings unfolding as a fairy crawled out onto the man’s shoulder. Hook knew her at once.

   “Tinker Bell?” he asked, uncomprehending.

   Then his eyes traipsed back to the stranger’s face, to his callous, boyish grin, and Hook’s stomach dropped with sudden revelation.

   “You.”

   Peter Pan grinned at him. “Me.”