[Malcolm had selected and handful of books and he's on his way out of the store when he spots the man in profile, reading a book.
He drops his books and they clatter to the ground.
His father has never, in his life, looked like that - clean shaven, blonde - but it's also exactly his face. A face burned into every crevice in Malcolm's mind. He doesn't say anything. He just stares. Maybe it's a trick. Like the ghosts outside.]
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He drops his books and they clatter to the ground.
His father has never, in his life, looked like that - clean shaven, blonde - but it's also exactly his face. A face burned into every crevice in Malcolm's mind. He doesn't say anything. He just stares. Maybe it's a trick. Like the ghosts outside.]