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<h2>41</h2>
<p>Her mouth opened, closed again, then she fell towards him. he
caught her in his arms and held her tight, smoothing her hair as if
she was a child.</p>
<p>"Tell me," he finally said.</p>
<p>She pulled back from him, body singing like a violin string, her
face a mask of anguish.</p>
<p>"It's come back," she said, her voice a dread whisper.</p>
<p>"What has?" he asked, though he didn't have to.</p>
<p>"It's come back again. It's all going to start over."</p>
<p>"Where?"</p>
<p>"I don't know yet. I saw it, and it saw me. It knows where I am.
It knows where <em>we</em> are."</p>
<p>He took her shoulders with both hands, gripping too tight. A
dreadful surge of certainty clenched in the pit of his stomach as
he looked into her eyes and saw the truth of it.</p>
<p>He stayed like that, locked with her for a long time until
finally he relaxed, and drew her back down on him, thinking. He had
too many people to protect. And he'd found Lorna Breck. It might
have brought them together, this <em><strong>Shrike</strong></em>,
but he would never let it pull them apart.</p>
<p>"Well, we won't wait for it this time." he said.</p>
<p><strong>THE END.</strong></p>
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