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- Byron spoke up, “Can you take a message back to her?”
- “I don’t know,” the biker woman said, sullen. “I don’t-”
- She paused.
- “What?” Byron asked.
- “She says no, no messages. Other stuff. She-”
- Her eyes went wide. She looked around, her eyes not focused on anything in particular.
- The woman’s voice carried forward, but it was an inarticulate sound, one that became higher, then a warbling shriek, followed by a gasp for air with a sound of its own.
- She dropped to the ground, fingers clawing in dirt, twisting like she was trying to get away from everything at once. The noises she made were horrible, and I’d heard some awful noises in my life.
- Shadows 5.8
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