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were going to take this baby away from
the woman, away from Billy.
She smiles down at the sleeping
infant, a wisp of dark curls on its head.
She’ll give it a name, one it deserves.
Billy feels light-headed. Needing to
sleep, she closes her eyes and lets the
darkness take her, but not before chills
break out over her skin and the mocking
voices in her head scream at her.
