The Last: Goblin

But if you listen very closely—past the hum of your own blood and the whisper of the leaves—you will hear him humming a tune without any words.

And for the world that forgot him.

Then he turned and walked into the woods. Not to hide. Not to steal. Just to be. the last goblin

The baker’s wife did not wake. The smith did not stir. The little girl dreamed of princesses and plastic toys. But if you listen very closely—past the hum