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Restive Heartbeat Chapter One – To Lock Eyes With a Stranger. Black eyes, dusted with gold, glanced anxiously at the thousands of Folk around him. Every one of them was different, and not one looked the least bit like him: tall and rangy, like a pubescent teen, with gray-green skin and spidery, six-fingered hands; soft, black hair fell straight, stopping just below his shoulders. Knifing through the midnight-colored locks were a pair of pointed ears with tips that hardened into tiny, curving horns. Undershot incisors pressed firmly into a swollen upper lip, but drew no blood. He was a troll. A young troll, and naïve, but a troll nonetheles