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“Hey, Gene, before you go in there-” Aria froze, her hand set on the worn doorknob of her little apartment. “Yeah?” He listened, and for that, Aria was grateful. The last man to come to her house had fled, screaming bloody murder to all who would listen. He’d never called back. Gene would be different. “Just a few words of warning about Ellie.” “That’s your cat?” He flashed her a smile. “See? I pay attention.” “Yeah, well, close the door behind you. And don’t look in Ellie’s eyes. Or don’t look at her. At all. She, well, she takes it as ...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The god-forsaken house: the ramshackle building in which Marianne had spent her childhood. It was the same goddamn building. Marianne was twelve years old when the men took her away from her home. It was a long, long time ago. Still, the place had stuck in her mind, a memory of a time she would just as well forget. She knew now she couldn’t forget it. She had to face it to put it behind her. For all the time it had weathered, the house look...
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