The Storm
by admin on Aug.20, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web
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She froze there, not breathing, still half-bent toward the cold fireplace, her hand still extended. The glimmer of white at the window behind the sheeting blur of rain had been–she was sure of it–a human face. There had been eyes. She was certain there had been eyes staring in at her.
McKnight Malamar
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