They said the alley behind the library was cursed.I liked the silence there. No one looked too close. She wasn’t supposed to stop. Not with me.Not with half a face of iron and fingers made to kill, not caress. But she did. The girl with ink-stained hands and eyes like the sky after rain… She dropped her book. I bent to pick it up. Metal touched paper. Our fingers almost met. She smiled. You shouldn't smile at monsters. I said, voice low, almost broken It makes us think we're human.
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