[ He knows that room and immediately he's to his feet, he's following them willingly and quickly (like a lamb to slaughter) over to her room, because he knows that room. He knows that hair and and he could say he knows those hands but not so caked with red, he's never seen them so filthy.
It couldn't be. But it has to be.
He's at her room sooner than he can even count, and he knocks sharply before he tries the handle. ]
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It couldn't be. But it has to be.
He's at her room sooner than he can even count, and he knocks sharply before he tries the handle. ]
Abigail?