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... ath caught in his throat so fast it hurt.
It wasn’t Miranda.
Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim light spilling in from the hall, was something wearing a maid’s uniform — but it was not human. Not anymore.
Its skin — if you could call it that — was swollen and warped with bulbous red lumps, each one looking like a grotesque cyst ready to split. The eyes were deep, burning red, gleaming with hunger, and strands of drool dangled from its jagged, inhuman teeth.
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