A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Now, no more questions, or I shall be forced to leave the room. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. “Come,” she said.
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