No one is safe. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. ” She assented gently. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Good-bye aunt.
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