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I lowkey don’t understand the point of this perspective, there isn’t much special about it but it’s short so I refuse to DNF it lol

Finch started to read at half past eleven on a school night. The third night of Hanukkah, his sophomore year. He closed the book at three in the morning, his mouth dry and his head pounding. And the space behind his eyes filled with bloody brides and walking death, and little girls who weren't little girls at all.

It’s nice to have a male narrator for an audio book. Beyond that, this is thankfully only a short story. So far it seems interesting only slightly