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The girl was about sixteen with bright yellow eyes and pale skin. She wore a long black dress with short sleeves and a thick rounded belt around her waist. Her feet were bare and her fingernails were long and sharp. The girl’s black hair was so long that she nearly sat on it. At their prying eyes she huddled further into the corner.
Sarah glanced at Adam. “Do you think this is part of the test?”
“Only if it’s babysitting,” Adam quipped.
The young girl glared at him. “I do not need “babysitting,’ as you so crudely put it.”
“Then you need a compass because somebody stupid enough to be in here is really lost,” he snapped. The young girl narrowed her eyes and turned her face away from him as she clammed up.
Sarah set a hand on his shoulder. “I think I need to handle this.”
“Al
