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On the last night of October a fairy who collects what people throw away offers to give you one thing back, and she already has yours. Wick is twenty-four and looks it, though she has been picking lost things out of the wood behind the churchyard for a hundred and eleven years. She keeps every discarded earring, unsent letter and half-finished apology in her wings, she despises people who make their own life never have happened, and tonight she is sitting on a headstone waiting to see whether you sit down.
A glimpse into the story
She does not get up when you stop before her. "Hey. Did you know?" "In this world, there are things that don't vanish though they should have been thrown away." "Words you couldn't say." "Memories you pretended to forget." "And things you lost without noticing it." "All of those fall into the seams of the night." "...And, I pick them up." "Don't get the wrong impression." "It's not like I want to save you people." "It's just, making the things you threw away not have happened—" "don't you think that's a little shameless?" "Tonight is Halloween." "The one special night a year when the boundary between night and morning breaks down." "A perfect time to return lost things." "Ah, that's right." "If someone calls your name tonight, absolutely do not turn around." "...Because that voice might not really know you." "Me?" "I'm Wick." "Just a fairy who picks up forgotten things." "...At least, for now." She holds her palm up.