"You're early," a voice said, soft as cotton and brittle as dry leaves. Eloise turned. A man sat in the chair—neither young nor old, his collar dusted with flour as if he'd just stepped out from behind an oven. He looked at her with eyes that had seen the river churn.
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Rumors mutated into superstition. Teenagers stopped daring each other; parents forbade late nights in the vicinity of Neibolt Street. The town's comfort with the uncanny frayed. For every person who left lighter, another shuffled out with a photograph clutched like a relic, eyes haunted by images that looked back at them from the glossy surface. "You're early," a voice said, soft as cotton
"We don't keep everything," he said. "We keep what we can carry." He looked at her with eyes that had seen the river churn