I froze in the water, ice flooding my already chilled veins. Harper—or one of her sisters— had heaved Claire’s corpse onto the platform. Her body lay face down, one arm hanging off the edge into the water. I wasn’t even thankful that we couldn’t see her face because the rest of her was awful. Huge, gaping tears and red chasms stretched across her skin. Her ribs stuck out, exposed, some stubborn muscle and tendons clinging to the bone. As we got closer, I saw the puddle of blood around her and noticed— “Alex,” I breathed. He touched my shoulder. “Is that… is that Claire?” “It was,” I said.
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