‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. She looked into his eyes, truly noticing their gray color for the first time. Michelle looked at her pathetically. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. ‘Dear me. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely.
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