Pointing into the ice, she said, “See that potted plant on the desk in there?” I saw. Nodded. “It’s green now, preserved by the ice. But inside it’s dead. And the moment that ice melts, it’ll turn brown and wither into mush.” She locked eyes with me. “I’m like that plant.
-Ransom Riggs
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