So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. " When the doctor entered the bedroom and looked into the faces of the culprits, he laughed brokenly. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards.
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