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- They met in the cemetery every night at midnight.
- Nobody in their right mind would loiter in its long shadow in the middle of the night, but nobody in their right mind still smoked these days anyway.
- Their Scooby-Doo sleuthing might turn up some answers eventually, but why wait? Let the kids keep meddling. The adults had some talking to do.
- The trees gathered in close like so many curious cryptids. Hannah, home again among the monsters.
- She wanted to celebrate, to congratulate herself on cracking the case and quitting her job and the first crisp, cold day of the rest of her life.
- Milky autumn sunlight dappled the floorboards through the colored glass. He rubbed his eyes until the room around him solidified, a thin veil of mist still blurring the world outside.
- The world had no room for him, no use. It was easier to simply disappear.
- Her memory of the night was mosaic, chimerical, distorted by that unparalleled intoxicant, retaliation.
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