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The words fell out of Charlie's mouth. "My God, Harry, what happened?" |
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The ghostly white face contorted as the man struggled to mouth a response. The effort produced only a series of incoherent and vile guttural sounds as the half-formed words hissed out of the terrible hole in the man's chest. |
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It was the consummate revenge. Harry Driver was stripped of his power, his authority and his dignity; standing stupidly in front of Charlie, Driver was unable to communicate, unable to defend himself against the man who had willed this thing upon him. |
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Impulsively, Charlie's hand reached out to touch the tortured image, testing his senses against the horrible reality of what he saw. Instead, his trembling fingers made contact with the silky smooth skin of the woman who had been his most passionate lover. |
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"Are you now convinced, Mr. Frazier?" the woman asked evenly. She had made the transformation to Harry Driver and returned again right before his unbelieving eyes. |
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"Then Driver is dead, too?" he muttered dejectedly. |
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"Driver, too!" the woman confirmed. |
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Charlie stared back at the woman, trying to comprehend the terrible images she had conjured up for him. |
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She moved in closer to him and he could |
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