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“Hello, Mister Fifteen.”
No sooner had the last of the broken clocks been disposed of--probably not long after Scratch had delivered his warning--was there that telltale shift in the air. A cigarette between her lips, Snowman looks up to Cans expectantly.
She jerks her neck toward an unoccupied room just beyond them, and she says only, “Come with me.”
She knows he doesn’t need to be told twice.
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