Chapter 15 – Part 10

 

Standing before them now was a tall, young man with sunken cheeks and sunken eyes – precisely the depiction of a pale, walking corpse. Or, as Becky had called it, “a walking stick.”

It was the new kid from school. Except that he seemed older now, taller, and queerer than when he was in school. There was also something about him that seemed antiquated.

 

 

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