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arms forming hairline cracks in the fabric of the night. Surrounding everything was an aura of power the likes of which she had never felt. |
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Replacing the card, Paula got up and went to the calendar on the wall over the sink. On the top of the calendar was a picture of a woman in a peaked hat, riding on a broom in front of a yellow moon. Perched like a hood ornament on the front of the broom handle was a black cat. Over the witch's face, she had pasted a carefully cut-out photo of her own face in profilePaula's idea of a little joke. |
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Paula ran her fingers over the numbers on the bottom: 15 . . . 16 . . . 17 . . . Down and down until she reached the number 31. |
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"Halloween? Why am I not surprised?" |
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She picked up a black crayon and circled the thirty-first. |
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