Thousand: Six Hundred Forty-Five

and dilated and the final darkness crept into that hole.” “You’re a leprechaun? Aren’t leprechauns green or something?” “I am what I am.” “Yeah. Look. I don’t mean to be a pest, but, uh, I think you’re the people the overseer warned me about.” “And where is she now, this overseer? What four leaf clover is she overlooking?” The girl remembers she’s cold, she even shivers. “It’s been great chatting and all.” She tries to remember how far away a door out of this place will be. “But. I don’t know.” The leprechaun isn’t looking at her, she thinks. Is