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THE AIR WAS on fire. Set into the stone wall was a towering Gothic window, the beveled panes of its enormous, narrow body glowing in the afternoon sun. Dust motes swirled in the shaft of light blasting through the glass. Just beyond the light, in the shadows, things shifted restlessly. Faces. Staring. Silent. Hungry.
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