The injudicious smile sent shivers down my spine—there was something like alarm bells the sight of his teeth set off, and for a moment, they were all I could see. His hand, the fingers too long, I now saw, stretched out, ready to strike the deal.
I stared at his palm and the strange, zigzagging lines. Not the patterned lines of a human hand. I looked up and saw the terrible coldness of his eyes.
He saw mine too, the hesitancy, and the decision.
“Very well, then,” he spat. The hand withdrew into the shadows, and he was gone.
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