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"My arms had become wood, but they caught and held fast to Tommy’s neck—fingers like roots. He screamed and clawed at my wrists. I could feel my fingers penetrate his flesh, burrowing inward. Suddenly the gun went off and I felt a sickening thud of pain. Again the gun roared. "
~ WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN by G. WELLS TAYLOR

