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“They will take their toll,” she says. Tension streaks her voice. “Sara, listen. They’ll take their toll. There’s no way around it now. They want the wicked, but Sara – Sara, who was holding Vanessa’s hand?”
For a minute, there’s nothing, then a long shadow falls across the grass, caught in the lamp’s yellow light. Someone is standing around back, on the grass that separates the shed from the mudroom. Someone very tall and willowy, or made so in their shadow’s elongated cast. My breath catches, and the figure disappears.