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- "All right, Micky," I said, keeping my voice calm, low, like you do with animals. "I'm going to touch you - okay? I think I'll be able to tell if there's anything inside of you if I do. I'm not going to hurt you, so don't freak out." As I spoke, I reached out a hand toward his bare arm and laid it lightly upon Micky's skin.
- He was fever-hot to the touch. I could sense some kind of force at work on him - not the tingling energy of a practitioner's aura, or the ocean-deep power of Michael's faith, but it was there, nonetheless. Some kind of cold, crawling energy oozed over him.
- Grave Peril Chapter 13, Page 118
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