Sully’s face twisted into a grin that was as far from warm and comforting as you could get. “What’s the matter, Rids? Don’t recognize me without the old-man getup?” I wanted to look at what I’d seen on the table, the wig and the prosthetics, but I was too terrified to take my gaze off the man getting closer and closer. It wasn’t just the absence of wrinkles, graying hair, and a paunch. Sully even moved differently now, more agilely. Like he could strike at any moment. “Who. Are. You?” I croaked, the pain in my side intensifying as I struggled to catch my breath. The man I knew as Sully made a
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