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tenth Turning that, now.” Her teeth begin chattering again.
“Thirty years? You haven’t walked through any door for thirty years?” She
had been lost since she was a child, three decades stolen from her. Ingress
had left everything behind; her family may even be dead by now, “If you got
here, there must be a portal that can take you back. It’s only a matter of
finding it-”
She smiled. Her teeth weren’t chattering because she was cold... they were
moving around inside her mouth, her gums twisting as the teeth shifted
about. They rose and receded as I watched, chattering as they rattled
against each other.
“Uh…”
She hissed at me. “Only takes ONE portal you steps through a-accident,
t’drive th’ FEAR into you. I went through thrice-ten, lost m’hand, burned
m’flesh, and lost m’sense.” She looked at her feet. “N’more, n’more.”
“I’m sorry... if I can find some means to help you, I will. Farewell.”
As I walked away, she was still staring off into the distance, thinking about a
glade from her childhood where two dead trees had fallen together.
Chapter 10
The light was waning as I wandered the streets, the once-golden glow
melting into a bleak rust-red. The cooler air took some of the bite out of the
smog, and my stomach rumbled a bit. That’s the funny thing about sicking
up, I suppose. Right before you spill your guts onto the streets the last thing
you want to think about is food, but after you clear the bile from your
tongue you’re hungry as the next hideously scarred amnesiac.
I sifted through the makeshift belt pouch I had made with a rag and some
string. A couple coins, some bandages, a few charms and a knife I had stolen
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