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- What the hell is that? - A magnet.
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I need to find the bullet before I can cut it out.
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Soak that pillowcase in the whiskey,
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then give the rest to him. He'll need it.
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The gossamer white of bone
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was now visible beneath the tattered meat of her fingertips,
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as Emily clawed madly at the wooden slats of her coffin,
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a desperate, drowning animal.
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The dirt rose around her, the inescapable sand of an hourglass,
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as her final breath of air
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slipped her into the twilight of consciousness until...
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He knew now that all hope was lost.