Winthrop Manor #Wattys2019
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Última publicación mar, feb 26, 2019
In front of us stood a boy not much older than I. He was tall, his gangly body slightly folded in order to fit into the doorway. Glinting pale eyes peered at me curiously from below a mess of dark curly hair. Indigo half moons slept beneath his eyes, and his skin was nearly translucent. He looked sleep deprived, or perhaps deathly ill.
"Are you Charlie?" I inquired politely.
His nearly-blue lips quirked up slightly.
"A rose of any other name would-"
Halis grasped the boy suddenly, her long red fingernails visibly digging into his forearm.
"No. He is not Charlie. Now come along. We have business to attend to."
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