The one-eyed twelve year old sharing the hall with her looked bewildered. And he was, at everything. The woman's face paint and strange machines. These halls with their darkness outside the windows, a night he'd never seen. The fact that a second ago, he'd been on his way back up the path home, trying to beat the sunset home to his mother.
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The one-eyed twelve year old sharing the hall with her looked bewildered. And he was, at everything. The woman's face paint and strange machines. These halls with their darkness outside the windows, a night he'd never seen. The fact that a second ago, he'd been on his way back up the path home, trying to beat the sunset home to his mother.