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The Tenants Below the Frost Line
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I touched the frost line with one finger and the cold ran up my arm like a shock. Below me, in the dark, dozens of voices sighed at once, happy I'd finally reached them. A hand made of frost closed gently around my ankle and pulled. I grabbed the rail and screamed for Dad.
Dad hauled me up by the collar just as the frost hand reached my knee. We tumbled backward onto the warm kitchen floor, gasping. The cold stopped at the top step, like a guest with no invitation. We moved out within the week. Mrs. Edevane watched us go from her porch, sad and a little jealous, since her staircase went so much deeper than ours ever had.
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