"What are you afraid of, Morse?" Right now he supposes he should be worried about the blade clutched in her grip, but he's not. That's just a fly buzzing around his ears. No, right now the world is swallowing him up, teeth chomping through flesh and bone; it's hot and suffocating and no one is clawing at the monster in some attempt to rescue him. He's going to die, alone, with no one to shed a tear for him.All Rights Reserved
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