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from the bench and hurled it straight at the looming image, screaming, "Go to hell, you rotten son of a bitch!" |
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The Dark Man turned. "Ah! There you are." |
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"Oh shit! Oh shit! Something's happening!" Bryan sputtered. |
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Conrad ran over to the table and gazed down into the bowl. The crystal was vibrating like a tuning fork and had turned an ugly shade of purple. |
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"What is it?" the big man gasped. "Is she dead? What's going on?" |
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"Goddman it, you have eyes. The damned crystal is almost black. Use your head." |
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"Don't ask so many stupid questions," Bryan snapped. "Just watch!" |
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