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These days, when Whelk was trying to comfort himself, he told himself that Czerny was a sheep, but sometimes he slipped and remembered him as loyal instead.

“Call me if he calls,” Gansey said. “I won’t be here,” Noah replied. “I’m almost gone anyway.”

Noah’s voice hissed in Blue’s ear, cold and urgent, but she couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. Adam was right: Noah was getting less and less.

it was hard to make a decision about existence and Noah these days.

“I want you to know,” Noah said, pressing the carved bone against his Adam’s apple, hard, as if it would squeeze the words from him, “I was…more…when I was alive.”

In the clearing, entirely out of place, was an abandoned car. A red Mustang. Newer model. Next to a Blink-182 sticker was an Aglionby decal.

my moodboard

“I don’t believe that you were really that different when you were alive,” Blue told him. “I think,” Noah said cautiously, remembering, “that I was worse then.”

“Does this make you white trash now?” he’d asked. Czerny didn’t really have a sense of humor. He just sometimes said things that happened to be funny.

“I’ve been dead for seven years,” Noah said. “That’s as warm as they get.”

Depending on where you began the story, it was about Noah Czerny.