She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. You want me to be clean. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. She had fallen asleep. But there was only Gosse, still struggling with the picture, looking dazedly towards Melusine and the lad he had shot, then away towards the sounds of pursuit, and back again.
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