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She
had
never
been
up
here
before
,
and
because
the
hall
's
only
window
faced
west
,
toward
the
river
,
it
was
still
very
dark
.
The
hallways
ran
straight
and
wide
beside
the
stairwell
and
toward
the
back
of
the
house
,
the
cherrywood
rail
gleaming
with
mellow
elegance
.
There
was
a
picture
of
the
Acropolis
on
the
wall
and
(
it
's
Zelda
all
these
years
she
's
been
after
you
and
now
it
's
her
time
open
the
right
door
and
she
'll
be
there
with
her
humped
and
twisted
back
smelling
of
piss
and
death
it
's
Zelda
it
's
her
time
and
finally
she
caught
up
with
you
)
the
groan
came
again
,
low
,
from
behind
the
second
door
on
the
right
.
Rachel
began
to
walk
toward
that
door
,
her
heels
clacking
on
the
boards
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
she
was
going
through
some
sort
of
warp
--
not
a
time
warp
or
a
space
warp
but
a
size
warp
.
She
was
getting
smaller
.
The
picture
of
the
Acropolis
was
floating
higher
and
higher
,
and
that
cut-glass
doorknob
would
soon
be
at
eye
level
.
Her
hand
stretched
out
for
it
...
and
before
she
could
even
touch
it
,
the
door
was
snatched
open
.
Zelda
stood
there
.
She
was
hunched
and
twisted
,
her
body
so
cruelly
deformed
that
she
had
actually
become
a
dwarf
,
little
more
than
two
feet
high
;
and
for
some
reason
Zelda
was
wearing
the
suit
they
had
buried
Gage
in
But
it
was
Zelda
,
all
right
,
her
eyes
alight
with
an
insane
glee
,
her
face
a
raddled
purple
;
it
was
Zelda
screaming
,
"
I
finally
came
back
for
you
,
Rachel
,
I
'm
going
to
twist
your
back
like
mine
and
you
'll
never
get
out
of
bed
again
never
get
out
of
bed
again
NEVER
GET
OUT
OF
BED
AGAIN
--
"
Church
was
perched
on
one
of
her
shoulders
and
Zelda
's
face
swam
and
changed
,
and
Rachel
saw
with
spiraling
,
sickening
horror
that
it
really
was
n't
Zelda
at
all
--
how
could
she
have
made
such
a
stupid
mistake
?
It
was
Gage
.
His
face
was
not
black
but
dirty
,
smeared
with
blood
.
And
it
was
swollen
,
as
if
he
had
been
terribly
hurt
and
then
put
back
together
again
by
crude
,
uncaring
hands
.
She
cried
his
name
and
held
her
arms
out
.
He
ran
to
her
and
climbed
into
them
,
and
all
the
time
one
hand
remained
behind
his
back
,
as
if
with
a
bunch
of
posies
picked
in
someone
's
back
meadow
.
