“She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. Ray did not pace, he just stood. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner.
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