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A few days shy of her thirteenth birthday, and even for twelve and eleven twelfths, Sydney Clarke was small. She had always been on the short side, but it certainly didn’t help that she had barely grown an inch since the day she’d died.
Victor was the first to speak, and when he did, it was with an eloquence and composure perfectly befitting the situation. “Holy shit.”

