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“Gale quits his job at a café, and spends time with Selene, whose insights and questions inspire Gale to think deeply about life and his own experiences. But as her behavior becomes erratic, she reveals more than her pupil ever hoped to know.” Tara glanced at the subject of the story. “Sounds like both of them are pretty hopeless.”

“I was young,” Gale said. “So young, and so naive.”

The architect shook her head. “You were wise beyond your years, and pure as fresh snow. If only I could have been there, to protect you from the dark of night.”

I wrote in my notebook, wondering why it was that the stars, fiery orbs of destruction, could only watch as the moon controlled all of time and tide.