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Leadem, Christopher

"The Mantooth"

HOW CAN THEY DO IT? THEY MUST JUST TURN OFF THEIR MINDS, AND
NOT FEEL ANYTING..... IT'S AWFUL, BUT SHE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN
TO WALK THE STREETS ALONE. As if this was something she had done of her
own volition, and against the warnings of loved ones and friends. And
she thought of her own plan, which was worse. Not to sleep with a man
for money, which could at least claim the honest shred of need. But for
revenge.
And coming back to herself for a moment, she realized with a sudden
shock that this same plan, along with the subconscious safety valve she
had built into it, were now completely out of hand. She had no idea
where they were (in relation to anything else), only where they
weren't: within hearing range of Kalus, on whom she had relied to
protect her at need. As the dagger of fear sank an inch lower into her
breast.
'You're right William,' she said hurriedly. 'And it's
horrible. But please, please take me somewhere else.' Sheer movement
seemed the only defense from the razor---
'My GOD.' There seemed to be a literal razor forming out of the
air before her, a glint of sunlight on cold steel. She cowered, and
crossed her arms defensively in front of her.
'Oh, no, not yet,' said the Stranger, as if he understood it all.
He seized her by one foreshortened arm, and led her toward the next
exhibit.


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