She was past present future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
She was past present future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.
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