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Not the tears. Not the desperation carved into her small, dirt-smudged face. Just the stubborn grip of
"I don't want anything," he said. Clara nodded, as if that were a perfectly reasonable
Black iron, easily fifteen feet tall, topped with curled finials sharp enough to catch light like drawn blades.
Nobody except one person. "Security! Remove that child immediately!" The manager'
Her hands wouldn't stop trembling. Her heart slammed against her ribs like something trying to escape.
He lay still, blinking at the ceiling, aware of something cool and wet drying on his skin. Aware of two
Sarah sat cross-legged on the hallway floor, and the little girl settled in front of her without a word.