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The air was still and offensive, like being trapped inside a jar of dog’s breath.
The Widower was saying softly, “Sit tight, Starr,” so she sat tight.
Her life flashed before her eyes as she wondered if the mesh would hold. In that moment her eyes met the ghoul’s.
Lucille said to her, “Want to see me dance?” She said, “I saw you dance once. I didn’t like it.” The ghoul chuckled wickedly to herself. Then she said: “Come in here.”
