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Elara’s eyes were wide, drinking in the image. “And the sun?”

“It’s not the Click-Clacks,” she said, her voice a tiny, rational bell. “It wants in.” father and daughter in a sealed room

The outside was a rumor. Elara had no memory of grass, only the story of it: green, soft, smelling of rain. She knew rain was wet, like the tears that had leaked from Papa’s eyes on the second night, before he’d gotten control of himself. She knew the sun was hot, like the single lightbulb overhead when you stood directly beneath it. Elara’s eyes were wide, drinking in the image

“Yes,” he whispered. “Very.”