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The second was a woman—or had been, once. Her skin was the gray-green of a thundercloud, and her hair moved in slow, separate strands, like seaweed in a lazy current. She was knitting what looked like a scarf made of fog.

The first was a pig. But not like any pig on a farm. This one was the size of a bulldog, with bristly ginger hair and spectacles perched on its snout. It held a tiny cup of tea in its trotters and was reading a newspaper upside down.

Behind him, the door to the street clicked shut and locked itself. The grandfather clock with no hands began to chime—thirteen times. Welcome to the Peeg House-

“How much for the first month?” he heard himself ask.

Then he walked inside.

Leo should have run. Every nerve in his body was screaming it. But he was tired. So tired. And the smell of woodsmoke and pears was strangely gentle.

Cheap was the only word that mattered. He’d spent his last seventy dollars on a bus ticket to this city, and the shelter had turned him away for the third time. So when the old woman with the milky eye and the lavender perfume had pressed the flyer into his hand at the depot, he hadn’t asked questions. He’d just followed the address. The second was a woman—or had been, once

Leo took a breath.