CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

I thought this was a vision that I'd see at the moment of death.

My bones seemed to pain me, as if they wished to break free from my flesh.

I could not take a breath as I watched her.

Her face, seething. Her visage cruel.

Her eyes staring as if she could not see me, as if I were the ghost.

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THE HOUR BEFORE DARK 299