So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. The will to live had returned. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. She could feel teenage girls from all corners of the room tensing, preparing to shriek.
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