I picked them up. Turned towards him, my hand outstretched.
I’m sure these weren’t here before.
That feather… He frowned. Like a dream catcher’s.
But much older than the one downstairs.
I think you shouldn’t stay here alone. He took my hand. Just until we figure this out.
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