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slowly hinged up and revealed a scene that sent a wave of horror racing through Peggy. Even then she knew it was a sight that would haunt her till the day she died. |
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Slowly, deliberately, Charlie lifted the lantern and cast the pale yellow glow down into the yawning blackness of his father's tomb. Theodore was there all right, and in death he had managed to get even closer to his father than he had in life. His brother, in death, was desperately embracing the rotted remains of Malcolm Frazier. A large, broken glass jar lay beside them in the recesses of the decaying coffin. |
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Peggy felt her stomach revolt at the gruesome sight. She spun away, her senses reeling. A bone-chilling numbness had gripped her in its icy fingers. |
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Theodore's face, frozen in a bloated and discolored smile of triumph, was a grotesque testimony to his eternal achievement. |
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The lid mercifully slid from Charlie's trembling hands and slammed shut. The unforgettable specter had been cast back into the darkness. Numbly he turned to look at Peggy and felt his breath lock in his constricted throat as the image emerged from the shadows behind her. |
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"You know, Mr. Frazier, ever since I met you this morning I've been asking myself how |
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