Chapter 15 · free to read
03:09. Two hundred and six names had been read aloud in the dark, in order, by someone who was fast asleep.
Four times. She ran four different directions and the hall handed her back to the door each time, a little closer than before.
In the dream she was small, and it was visiting hour, and the bed at the end of the hall had her grandmother in it, and nobody had ever told her family a lie.
It did not take at random. It never had. It fished with the exact thing you had never stopped wanting.
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