dragonwyne
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Elizabeth Wheeler had a habit of lingering on thresholds, like she was always half a second away from stepping into something else.
The Wheeler basement smelled like dust and old board games, and Liz sat cross-legged on the carpet, sleeves of her oversized graphic tee pushed up as she fiddled with the D20 bracelet on her wrist, wondering what happened to her brother's friend. What took him? What was hidden in Hawkins?