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The girl turned to go, then stopped. “Teacher Q? What do you want?”

The sun, pale as a bruise, clawed above the horizon. And then a girl appeared on the path—maybe twelve, with muddy knees and eyes the color of boiled sweets. She was panting, clutching a folded paper. -18 - Q -Desire-

The girl stepped closer, holding out the paper. “It’s from my brother. He’s sick again. He asked me to write down his question for you.” The girl turned to go, then stopped

What do you truly want?