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ploding chest before slumping over on one of the tables.
Linda had one final, frenzied glimpse of the old man's face as he rolled over in his death throes. His withered and aged face looked like a grotesque mask from some ancient ritual.
Freeman's lifeless body tumbled to the floor, and Linda Cavitt ran screaming from the room, out the door and into the teeth of the howling storm.

 
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