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... coats coming and going, shadows at the doorway flickering strangely.
Then disappeared.
Elaine White rushed in from the outer door and hugged her. Eleanor still felt the texture of the knife handle in her hand, along with the sticky, warm sensation of flowing liquid.
Her soul froze. Mechanically, she asked Elaine White, "He didn’t dodge, I stabbed the knife into his heart, it must be the heart, he will die, right?"
Elaine White held her tightly, her muscles tense ...
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