Excerpt of Villa Triste by Lucretia Grindle
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I blinked.
A tall girl blinked back at me. Her hair was hidden, covered in what looked like a spider's web. Her eyes stared. Wrapped in white, she looked like a column of smoke. Like a woman in a shroud. Like Lot's wife, who stopped, looked back, and turned to salt.
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by Lucretia Grindle. Copyright © 2013 by Lucretia Grindle.
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