The Aleph’s hand crept across the moss like a small burrowing animal looking for warmth. Benny heard it coming, felt it brush against his arm and travel down into his sleeping bag past his wrist to his palm. He felt her fingers twine through his as she drew his hand back across the moss toward her. She brought his knuckles to her lips and then clasped his hand between hers, tucking it under her chin like a prayer. His shaking subsided. He didn’t care that she knew he was freaked out. He wanted her to know, and the B-man, too. He wanted them to know everything, but the words wouldn’t come, and
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