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... ust in time, her fingers slicing through the air where my throat had been. The couch flipped as I vaulted over it, the springs squealing like outraged mice. Elliot scrambled out of her path, ducking behind a lamp far too thin to stop any real threat.
But real threats, you see, didn't always wear the shape of demons.
Sometimes, they looked like young women in hospital gowns with hair askew and eyes full of nightmares.
"Really now!" I cackled, springing into a crouch with a ...
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