Something clicked and then the door swung several inches towards him. At first he didn’t understand what had happened – he actually looked down at his hands to see if they’d acted on their own and turned the handle. But they were at his sides, palms sweaty. No, someone had opened the door from the other side. He leaned his head around the edge of the frame and his heart leaped when he saw a complete stranger staring back at him. A boy about his age. No, not a stranger. The kid just looked different because his blond hair wasn’t covered with a bandage and he was a little older. ‘Hey, I’m Newt,’
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