Some part of me believed, unassailable, and wordlessly and perhaps with a flick of justice, that they had sent me away because they were afraid of me. Like some monstrously deformed child who should never have lived beyond infancy, or a conjoined twin whose other half died under the knife, I had-simply by surviving-become a freak of nature.
— Tana French
In the Woods
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