"Did you ever have night terrors while we were on the orphan train?" Zeke asked Sara. "Yes." She replied with soft hesitation, as if her words, when spoken aloud, would conjure some unnameable beast, "But for me, the monsters were real." With that said, she turned her gaze back to the window, to the gloomy, rain-soaked streets beyond, and refused to speak to him, or anyone else for that matter, for the rest of the afternoon.
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