You Let Me In
Koda was still holding the silence like it meant something. I reached into my pocket pulling out a page torn from an old children’s book. The paper was soft and yellowed, the ink smudged at the corners. “I found this tucked behind a stack of folklore books at the library,” I said. “No barcode. No catalog entry. It was like someone didn’t want it to be found.” I handed it to him. He unfolded it slowly, his brow furrowed as he scanned the title. The Girl with Two Skins. “I know it sounds ridiculous,” I said quietly, “but when I read it, it felt… familiar.” Koda glanced at me, then back to the page, and started reading aloud—his voice low and steady in the stillness of the cab. “There once was a girl who was quiet and small, Who ran through the woods at the owl’s lonely call. She wa
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