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Haunting Desperation: The Merril Torment
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CHAPTER ONE Morning October 26th, 1997. The pleading screams and cries of Mrs. Merril shot clean from her throat, blood seeping down from the horizontal ends of her plump lips, curved into a frown. She clung onto her own gaping throat with her weakened right hand and pushed her drooling gray husband back with her left quickly; impact little from her partially consumed windpipe aching a storm. Her fingers and the gash fit like a puzzle—a gooey, horrific puzzle. Merril fell back in fear of herself, flinching her hand away from him—what if she’d been hallucinating, like she’d done at
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Watchmen
fiction, cultural or historical
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Mark
Asha
