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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
with him, were you? That was never truly in my plan."
Nor in mine, Mariah thought.
But she had.
"Now," Pierce said, "it's time. Just put your hand here against the blockhouse wall."
She stepped back, but her head began to ache. A familiar lethargy surrounded her.
She felt Pierce pull her forward, take her hand and place it against the stonework.
She began to fall asleep.

 
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