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Her eyes slowly crawl back to mine and something about her expression scratches the back of my mind. I tip my head to the side and study her. She feels ... familiar. Like the edge of a memory I can’t quite grasp. Or an ... impression, almost. A song I’ve heard before.

He really does look like he’s from another world, another time. Like a faded photograph at the very bottom of a chest, warped at the corners, the edges peeling up. Dark in some spots, light in others.
Something left behind. Something forgotten.