Her hands gripped the wrought iron fence, she just stood there unable to move. How many times before had she dared to walk past the orphanage and until now she had never seen one of their faces? And now she wished she hadn't. Their skin pale as the surface of the moon. It was almost as if she were a ghost. Was she? It was hard to tell. Something wasn't right....
Her mind screamed
run but it was too late.
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