He gave a slow, almost la?) smile. I'm inviting you, I said. Five minutes ago, you'd have had to drag me into the next chamber of horrors. I watched the thought spill through his face.
The smile faded, leaving his face blank, and empty like some of him had slithered away with his smile. No, I'm not giving you anything on them. She was so close, I could have reached out and touched the leg of her jeans. But he took something out of their bodies, some memory or remnant that I left in when I raised the dead.
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