She was twelve when she found out. She was running for the bus when she tripped, skidded across the pavement with her arms straight out in front of her and tore the skin clean off her forearm.
When she looked down, amidst the blood and torn flesh was a sight she hadn’t expected: exposed wires, tiny silver cogs and a metal rod in the shape of a bone.
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