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  • Winthrop Manor #Wattys2019
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    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 p...