"I'm sixteen. This will be my seventeenth winter, the one that's coming up. I don't know where I am or how I got here, but I'd quite like to go home."

Kian shook his dark hair out of his eyes. Soon he would need to cut it.

It was true, she was quite short. Not, however, as short as the Spirit.

She doesn't count, he reminded himself.

The End

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