Chapter Twenty-One-The Resort-(XIV)

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She was in the dark room...in a white straight-jacket.

Room 39 was so dark.

It seemed so awful that she would end up here.

The weapons had had gone away; the weapons was covered in blood. In her right hand was a shank of hair that she pulled with force; in her left hand was the dead body that seemed to lie in the dimness; in the dimness, the stones on the grey walls didn't move; in the dimness, the screaming of voices hadn't died, they increased in volume...in the dimness of the void.

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