Mannequin

He was a boy, narrow, with long blond hair and a very worried expression. A complex pyramid of beakers and glass measuring cups was arranged around him.

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“Come on, A.G.,” Bonesaw said. She reached through the structure and took his hand. “Out through the door.”

“Not a door. Trap. Safest way to ward off attackers. Used my hair, made a tripwire, tying ends together. Maximum devastation if intruder breaks perimeter.”

“Through the window, then. I’ll wall you in. Promise.”

He nodded. With excessive care, he climbed on top of the jars that were precariously balanced on one another and slipped out through another aperture in the arrangement, higher up.

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