“I see why they come here. It might be creepy as shit, but it’s a little peaceful, too. You can barely hear the wind. It feels a little like you’re the last person left in this realm.” I move closer despite myself, drawn by the strange peace emanating from her. “Doesn’t the thought of being the last person left scare you?” “No,” she says simply. “I’ve been alone for five years now. Long enough to get good at it. But if I’m the last person left”—she reaches out and takes my hand—“or, for the sake of argument, we’re the last two people left? It means no one needs to be saved. No one needs to be
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