He gives me a tight smile. “No one has ever lost their belief in Death.” I wrap my arms around my knees, hugging them tight. “Have you ever met him?” He shakes his head. “No. I’ve heard stories, of course. That he always has to wear gloves because if he touches you, you’ll die. And that his face is a skull and he wears a cloak and he eats babies for breakfast.” “Let me guess, rides a skeleton horse?” “Skeleton unicorn,” he corrects me with a smile, my eyes going wide. “And it’s an ugly, nasty, bloodsucking beast. Those horns are dangerous.” “A unicorn? Seriously? What about dragons?” He
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