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llpkeyboard. She paused, frowning. Her
llpeyes flickered over the mess of newspaper
llpclippings and photocopied book pages. A
llpquickly scribbled note, a sip of milky coffee
llpand her fingers were back on the keyboard.
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llpA loud growl ripped through the barn’s drafty exterior.
llpA bolt of fear shook her stomach, skinwalkers don't roar.
llpShe scrambled backwards, fumbling for a weapon and
llpscanning the inky dark. Her paws slipped on slimy mud.
llp She caught a glimpse of a grotesque figure as pain
llpexploded in her shoulder. Wendigo.
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llpBright lights, bleached floors, the smell
llpof antiseptic. She sluggishly opened her
llpeyes. Running her tongue over parched
llplips, she peered around the small hospital
llproom. Her shoulder ached.
llpShe was lucky, had they found her any later,
llpshe would have lost the use of her right arm
llpcompletely. Years later, she still struggles
llpto lift her arm past shoulder level.
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