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Alice II
Elia turned to me, his silence more meaningful than any blood-curdling scream ever could be. He could feel her there too, eyes fixed on him just as they were on me. We envisioned her floating on a layer of smoke, eyes glowing, but the truth was far less pretty and a good deal more sinister than that. Her eyes were dead, any spark in them long since departed with the coming of the noose around her neck - the real reason she wasn't touching the ground. But we would be in error to think her dead, because every so often there was an ephemeral blink that you could be excused for missing. Not some beautiful angel of death, but death itself, in all its gory finality. And though we couldn't see it, she raised her hand to the door handle...


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