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which she believed the inn to be, she realized almost immediately that nothing looked familiar. |
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She nearly cried aloud in frustration. On top of everything else, she was lost. |
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She recalled then an episode in the screenplay in which Matilda, too, had become lost in the forest at night. She'd been terrified, particularly when she'd begun to hear all the frightening sounds of an unfamiliar woodlands. |
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Sounds like those now surrounding Mariah. More owls. The cries of other creatures she could not identify. Moanings. Rustlings. |
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Oh, dear heavens! The memory of what had happened to Matilda suddenly filled her mind. The screenplay heroine had been set upon by wolves. |
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That was when Mariah heard the first howl. . . . |
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