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Pierce looked at her blankly. "Oh, yes. You weren't really as foolish as the Matilda character I created to fall in love |
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with him, were you? That was never truly in my plan." |
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Nor in mine, Mariah thought. |
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"Now," Pierce said, "it's time. Just put your hand here against the blockhouse wall." |
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She stepped back, but her head began to ache. A familiar lethargy surrounded her. |
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She felt Pierce pull her forward, take her hand and place it against the stonework. |
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She began to fall asleep. |
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