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ploding chest before slumping over on one of the tables. |
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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. |
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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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