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 deep black, coming along briskly in a cloud of crape. No, nothing had changed. It would go on and on. . ..

The door opened and the sickly odor of medicines flooded the hallway. Out of the darkness came the sound of a feeble, voice, terrible in its sanity, saying, "Oh, it's you, Olivia. I knew you'd come. I've been waiting for you. . . ."