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Elan wanted to wash his hands. He could feel the blood and dirt beneath his nails and all he could think of was removing it. The dirt and blood covered him up to his elbows, and his jeans were stained. He walked as if a puppet, eyes staring forward unseeingly.
The door to the house opened slowly, and he removed his shoes at the door so as not to track ash and dirt into the room.
He needed to wash his hands.
The door to the house opened slowly, and he removed his shoes at the door so as not to track ash and dirt into the room.
He needed to wash his hands.